After leaving Tierra del Fuego, a busride led me to Punta Arenas, the first real city i've visited since Buenos Aires. It's quite the likeable town, both classy and shabby. Old colonial buildings, palaces and houses in that pretty weird chile-meets-scandinavia style make you forget the less interesting newer architecture. After a night here (with a whopping breakfast, in Hostel Independencia) and meeting Lesley, who soon became my travel companion, the road went on to Puerto Natales. Puerto Natales is fairly uninteresting, and serves mainly as a planning, transport and recovering hub for those visiting Parque Nacional Torres del Paine. After buying the necessary food and supplies for the trip (we intended to survive on chocolate, Gran Cereal cookies, mashed potatoes, polenta, prepackaged sauces and dried mushrooms), me and Lesley set out to Torres del Paine.
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