8:30am and we’re on the bus to Puerto Natales in Chile. The land outside is barren, A dry muddy green colour that stretches on for mile after mile after mile. Only a few stunted shrubs break the monotony of the landscape by boldly daring to stick their dark green almost black arms to the sky, screaming “look at me” And so I’m using this time to catch up on my blog again, at this point it still just remains a document on this laptop. (Okay a small jump to the future, it is now the 12th of Feb, and I’ve actually published some of this, so now to try and finish writing it.) The bus ride to Puerto Natales is fairly dreary, a bus trip is after all only a bus trip and with unchanging scenery
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