The mist suddenly lifts. We can see a beautiful lake and the volcanos on the other side. The bus drops us off at another jaw dropper of a hotel at sunset. Cabanos Del Lago, Puerto Varas, Chile. We enjoy a 5 star dinner at 2 star prices with a view of what resembles Sydney Harbour with mount Fuji on the other side.
In the very early morning, our zombie carcasses are ungratefully dragged to yet another airport, Puerto Montt.
The airport is brand new. Our plane will be half an hour late, yeah sure. But it was. Lan Chile seems to have newer planes and when they predict delays they are not just spinning you the next chapter of a very long story.
The flight was bright, cheery, and short. We’re in Santiago airport awaiting our International transfer back to Buenos Aires. We need blood. The Britt Shop Chile provides. We settle down in a quiet section of the airport undergoing renovation, next to a power point with a coke, chips and chocolate food party. Tricia has a new book and I have electrons coursing through my veins.
On the fourth "final call", Tricia finally realised her name was being called. Looking around our gate lounge we saw everyone had vanished. We ran (very quickly for zombies) to the gate just in time before they locked the airplane door. Who'd have thought a flight in South America would actually take off on time? LAN Chile, when sending Argentinians back home, apparently.
Zombiism will hopefully end tomorrow night when we will collapse to sleep in our own bed at around 1 AM.
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