the good times are killing me...
May 1st 2011 Puerto Varas was a smallish town on the edge of Lago Llanquihue.
We found a nice hostel, right near the lake. It was a bit of a walk from the bus station – again the LP had lied to us and said the bus station was in town. It was not – there was a ticket office there. There was not, and never had been, a bloody bus station. It did give us a chance to stretch our legs and see the outskirts of
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