Holed up in Puerto Montt

After four days and 800 miles, we have reached the Pacific at Puerto Montt. Valerie described the city as a "mixture of seedy and quaint" - a description of our favorite kind of city. It is great to bee in a city with so many facets - you can get chicken and a liter of Cristal beer for practically nothing within walking distance of one of the best movie theatres either of us have ever been in. We saw "Constantine" last night (cheesy but fun) and will see "The Aviator" tonight.

Why all the malls and movies you ask? shouldn´t we be experiencing the culture and flavor of southern Chile? Of course, but it is pissing rain outside. It is fugly out there. We are just waiting for a slight break in the weather. The weather underground predicts rain off and on for the next week. Looks like we will have to tough it out on the bike. Valerie keeps insisting that we are chasing winter, and I am beginning to agree with her.

This is our last big city until we reach Punto Arenas in the far south. We are trying to enjoy it while it lasts. The road to the south passes through some wicked, sparsley populated terrain. I hope the rain lets up.