Step two was more confusing – I wandered over to another section and was called to a counter where I presented my passport again, along with various forms from the rental car company “allowing” me to take their cheap piece of junk across the border. I was greeted with a fast stream of Spanish until the official looked at my passport. “ALL BLACKS” he boomed. “PUMAS” I barked back, entering into the spirit of things. From then on things went very smoothly with lots of furious stamping and (helpfully) no further correspondence in Spanish until all was seemingly complete upon which I received a “GOOD MORNING” which fair shook the rafters and caused a number of curious looks from others in the queue.
I drove off feeling quite pleased with myself only to discover, about 20km further down the road, an identical Chilean border control where the whole process was repeated . . .
Well I am pleased to report our time in Chile made it all worthwhile. The town of Puerto Varas, also known as “La ciudad de las rosas” or “the city of roses”, is nestled on the shore of Chile’s second largest lake – Llanquihue. Our Airbnb is about 100m from the lakeshore, and just around the corner from some excellent restaurants. It’s been sunny but not exactly tropical in terms of temperature with an average of 15 degrees in what is supposed to be one of the hottest months. Having said that the lake foreshore has been full of local families taking in the sun and swimming – surprisingly the lake temperature is not so icy cold (not that I have yet taken the plunge).
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