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Drove to Volcano Osorno lookout
NOTEWORTHY: We are starting to get used to the gravel roads. As we crisscross the Andes mountains about 25% of the roads are "ripio" (stone or dirt) and there are very few road signs listing towns and distances. You are sometimes on a logging road in the middle of nowhere and then you come across a wooden shack next to a nice hotel.
BACK STORY:
Sleeping through the night was a bit of a challenge. Behind our hotel sat property that was used by backpackers to camp. They seemed to all enjoy sitting around a fire visiting, which I was happy for, however their voices carried up to our room until about 3am. Just about the time that the voices ceased the roaming street dogs started barking and calling to one another as if sending messages to distant buddies...kind of like 1001 Dalmatians! Finally when the canine concert settled down the rooster's revelry began their morning calls! UGH!
We got a late start today. I wanted to get some writing done and figure out how to use the new iPad with the Blog template I had grown accustom to with our Australia travels.
Around 11am we headed out for a ride to the east side of the lake and up to a waterfall that had been recommended. It was a very low overcast day and the road was slow moving because of heavy road construction. By the time we made it to the falls/volcano the clouds had lifted for a beautiful view.
In the Rosalie National Park we paid an entrance fee to hike up to a waterfall. By definition I would call it more of a water shoot. It was a glacial river which spilled over into a narrow granite lined canal. The volume and force were breath taking.
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| Park entry |
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| Waterfall/Cascade |
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| water shoot |
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| Volcano view from park |
We returned to town around 4:30pm. Our rental car was being picked up at our B&B at 6pm. We had agreed to leave it filled with gas. By observation we noticed that gas was pumped by an attendant. The young man that pumped ours did his job but when he presented Bruce with the bill the full amount charged to our VISA was more than what it read at the pump. Bruce challenged the guy who couldn't say anything and immediately pulled cash out from his pocket to pay us the difference. We were very disillusioned to think that he was doing this to other customers and pocketing the extra money on the side. We gave thought to speaking to the manager of the Shell station but decided that the concern might be lost in translation or worse...he was in on it as well.
The Hertz representative picked up the car on time. As he walked to the car, he saw that it had a large dent and side swipe marks on the drivers side. Bruce handed him the check out paper where I had marked all dings, dents and scratches which he smiled and said, "OK."
Our evening was quiet except for the return of the barking neighborhood dogs...who this time sang us to sleep!
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