I was woken this morning by Christie getting up, banging her head on the hostel roof (hard). After crawling back into bed, she turned on her side, pulled the sheets over her head and stated in a very, very unhappy tone ¨I´m not going anywhere today!¨ That, I figured, was that for day one of our great cycling expedition. I went downstairs in a bit of a huff, but my spirits were soon brightened by the general course of conversation over breakfast, and soon I had been invited along for a days ride up towards Mt Villarrica with George and the owner of the hostel, Beat (Beat and Claudia who own the hostel are an amazing couple, having cycled half way around the world from the Netherlands before settling here and opening the hostel. You can
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