Since it was raining pretty hard, we drove to Puerto Varas. It was billed as the next Pucon, so Bode and I thought we’d kick it here for week while Jason went back to the ole US of A. We tried, we really did. We drove around, we looked at hotels, hostels, cabanas and hospedajes. They were either all booked or way too expensive. I had a running list of reasons I didn’t want to camp for a week with Bode, and the rain was at the top.
And after a few hours, the sky cleared a bit so we just blew out of there and decided to keep going around the lake.
Frutillar was listed as expensive and the beach was packed with tourists on vacation. But without too much effort we were able to find a cabana for a couple nights, much cheaper than in Puerto Varas. It rained again for the next 2 days, so we were thrilled to have a little more space and shelter.
Frutillar is quaint and cute. But, the Über-German-ness seems a tad forced. It’s got a nice beach and a rock wall Bode has been eyeing, so this will be our home-base until Jason returns. It’s been 3 years since we’ve been apart. I’m kind of looking forward to it!