For sea-able folks

And I thought I was over with mountains and climbing. Oh boy have I been wrong! No, riding Chile doesn’t get you that “I’m on top of the world” feeling but you do get some kind of roller coaster sensation! By that I mean that I’ve been climbing my way up 10% slopes only to roll them down, over and over again! Well, that does get me some nice landscapes to look at as well and the multiple forests provide me with some great shelter at night.

And soon, despite the fog blinding me from seeing further I finally manage to get that first tiny glimpse of the sea!

Yes the sea! Isn’t it beautiful? Look, there are all those molecules of water and salt and whatnots interacting between each other through covalent and non-covalent bindings… but maybe I went to far there.

Well you see the point: the view is beautiful!

I did not always had such great visibility however! But the slow swirling tendrils of the fog still made for a really view in the morning (albeit a bit wet).

And I’m sure you will pardon me, I simply cannot stop myself from sharing some more pictures of the sea and the beach! Beach onto which I sadly did not venture much. I admit that the strong wind and the chilly air didn’t make for the best strolling experience!

Another memorable event that has happened is my crossing the 6000km mark! Those numbers definitely add up, and I still remember with a tinge of nostalgia my early days where 300km seemed like a world away. Maybe it still is, but in that case I have crossed many worlds since I started off.

I also get myself confronted with an issue. My trusted tent, my home, my sanctuary and my everyday shelter’s health seems to be failing. At first only some minor things began to show signs of wear but more recently one of the poles that had kept it so steadfast against the worst winds has broken.

Now that doesn’t mean I should loose all hopes. However while mounting and sleeping in the tent (while staying dry) is definitely possible it requires far from ideal hacks to keep it from crumbling altogether, as well as a non negligible amount of time to set it all up. Luckily I was not far off a big city (Puerto Montt) and I decided to spend my last night in an hostel.

Then before I got off on the morrow I somehow managed to shred my wrist in such a way that would cast doubts on my will to leave.

Now that’s the censured version to keep young people from being shocked. the uncensored one shows a large gash along my wrist… You might wonder how I did that? Well I slid down the stairs and… cut my hand with the wall. Yes. Don’t ask me how, there was a hole in the wall and I managed to put my hand in there during the fall, resulting in some deep cutting. But I still think I was somewhat lucky, I didn’t get any suture points (although I think that was a close call) didn’t shred my vein open and didn’t break any bones. Now I arrived to Puerto Montt and I am off chasing some camping store willing to replace my tent pole!

Until next time,

Chloé