The Amigos last night in South America, its adios!

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Never in the annals of time had the Amigos had such a manly adventure.


There was the issue of who had booked the best and worst hotel/lodge and a points scoring
competition had developed .


Amigo Miller had planned the first half of the trip and Amigo Smee had responded with the second half.

While Tortel had brought the competition near level on all parts of the experience, the lodge in Tortel had pushed Miller into the lead unfortunately by quite a bit, all be it budgets were in excellent shape for the second leg, while Miller's part was in tatters!


Smee had to get thinking and planning, time was running out, as was the Carretera Austral.


While Miller was out on another horse ride with another Senorita, (strange that) his lead became not so sure.


As the old Chilian saying goes "The Gaucho with his trousers down does not move as fast as an Amigo with them up......." and so it was!


It just so happened The Tres Lagos Hacienda was really quiet with no guests staying except us.

It crossed the mind of Amigo Smee that a little party was needed to see our adventure out on a high, so he invited the receptionist and lady manager to join them for dinner, after all we now knew we really were extraordinary men.


The girls responded by inviting us to a party with all the staff and a complete roasted lamb Patagonia style, with traditional Chilean dancing.

The scene was set for a final showdown between the Amigos.... South American style

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