"Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is."
~Thomas S. Szasz quotes
Wednesday, December 10th 2008
Pucon is one of those place I´ve heard about before I started my adventure. I heard about how lovely the town is and how impressive is the local volcano Villarrica looming overhead, and all the stories turned out to be true and than some. I again found myself in a new town late at night, but this time was different. Instead of frantically looking for an hotel for hours, we accepted the offer of an elderly lady to checkout her hostel which was near the bus terminal. We were taken to a small clean house where we had the first floor (including a kitchen and a living room) all to ourselves, the Seniora did our laundry for free and the price was dirt cheap. As an added bonus we were also invited to a Christmas asado and found a friendly bunch to play cards with on the second floor. My party was also expanded a little as a new couple which I met on the bus joined me for the first half of my stay in Pucon. The couple in question, Shaked and Ela might not stuck for long, but will be always remembered for the trekking cooking tricks learned from them and that improved my diet while on the road. I stayed with the friendly company in the friendly hostel at the friendly town for more than two weeks. During this time I hiked in nearby parks, peered into the mouth of a volcano and strolled the picturesque streets between wooden houses on the shore of the lake with a great white volcano billowing smoke above me. I also cooked a heck of a lot of spaghetti bolonese which was a great success in the hostel dining room. It was only after Christmas that I packed my bags again and left for the Argentinian side of the border...
~Thomas S. Szasz quotes
Wednesday, December 10th 2008
Pucon is one of those place I´ve heard about before I started my adventure. I heard about how lovely the town is and how impressive is the local volcano Villarrica looming overhead, and all the stories turned out to be true and than some. I again found myself in a new town late at night, but this time was different. Instead of frantically looking for an hotel for hours, we accepted the offer of an elderly lady to checkout her hostel which was near the bus terminal. We were taken to a small clean house where we had the first floor (including a kitchen and a living room) all to ourselves, the Seniora did our laundry for free and the price was dirt cheap. As an added bonus we were also invited to a Christmas asado and found a friendly bunch to play cards with on the second floor. My party was also expanded a little as a new couple which I met on the bus joined me for the first half of my stay in Pucon. The couple in question, Shaked and Ela might not stuck for long, but will be always remembered for the trekking cooking tricks learned from them and that improved my diet while on the road. I stayed with the friendly company in the friendly hostel at the friendly town for more than two weeks. During this time I hiked in nearby parks, peered into the mouth of a volcano and strolled the picturesque streets between wooden houses on the shore of the lake with a great white volcano billowing smoke above me. I also cooked a heck of a lot of spaghetti bolonese which was a great success in the hostel dining room. It was only after Christmas that I packed my bags again and left for the Argentinian side of the border...
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