Marmorhöhlen

The best news of the day was that we didn't have to be at the port until nine o'clock instead of 8:00 am. But it didn't really matter because our neighbors were playing loud music and having a party until 6:45 am. When we finally fell asleep, the rooster wanted to make itself heard, so we quickly woke up again.

It turned out that our boat was only made up of Germans. As a precaution, we hadn't eaten breakfast because the wind was blowing again today. The boat ride was no walk in the park. And when it started raining, Christian's mood went downhill. Heike, who frantically pulled out her prepared plastic bags to put over her shoes, didn't want to get wet at all. The children liked it when the boat jumped over two waves and then hit hard in the third wave valley. The adults groaned, the children squealed.

In the end, the marble caves weren't worth the ride.

After being shaken up again, we went to eat first before the next shake-up, but this time in the car.

Adios ugly Puerto Tranquilo, where there are almost only shanty-like houses and the prices are horrendous. A nearly moldy tomato costs over a euro and a few bananas seven euros. No village has ever seemed so depressing to us.

Still accompanied by rain through an incredibly beautiful landscape with mountain slopes full of waterfalls, we arrived at our next destination Coyhaique. The first thing we noticed there was that many indigenous Mapuche Indians rode through the city center on their horses dressed in traditional ponchos. The rest of the inhabitants were dressed in the traditional Patagonia brand. Flora and Heike were surprised because this brand is relatively expensive. So they headed to the next Patagonia store in the hope of getting a bargain. Unfortunately, it turned out that the clothes here were even more expensive than in Germany. Christian thought they must be promotional items from the local beer brand "Patagonia" and therefore quite cheap.

Since we were in the biggest city far and wide, we wanted to go to the supermarket first. But it turned out to be more difficult than expected. Because we weren't the only ones with this idea. First of all, we could hardly make our way through the maze of one-way streets that would make the Heidelberg Weststadt pale with envy to get close to the supermarket. It wasn't much better in the supermarket. There were no shopping carts left, so we had to carry our groceries in our hands.

After that, we had to look for accommodations. But since we didn't feel like searching forever, we decided to take the first cabin that looked reasonably good in the pictures. After a few rejections, we got an offer at a good price. We didn't expect much, so we went to the accommodations with mixed feelings. When we arrived there, we were really pleasantly surprised. The cabin was one of the best we had ever had in Chile. We cooked our delicious groceries over a cozy fire and went to bed full afterwards.