We took a local bus into Puerto Montt, which
one guide book describes it as: 'a run down port at the end of the road. For
many years it was just that, the place at the end of the Pan Americana
highway and the railway from Santiago. The road now continues but the
railroad has retreated north to Temuco.'
An old lady selling her wares.
Warship in the Bay, almost certainly British made, my
father in law tells me.
Sad old steam engine in worse condition than it looks.
Dogs are everywhere in Chile, apparently not
much loved.
Back in Puerto Varas, after an excellent lunch in Puerto
Montt, the sun has come out and our snow capped volcano is showing itself
above the clouds beyond Lago Llanquihue.
Fishing is a popular activity here, as in many other
parts of the world.
I sat a while and took some candid shots of
the locals.
The skies are never still...
...finally, Osorno sheds her cloudy mantle as the sun goes down.
Oh boy. Tomorrow we visit Osorno and travel above the snow
line.
