While we have our breakfast in the hostel’s kitchen we hear noises announcing soon we won’t be the only ones awake and eating at 5:30 in the morning. It turns out to be a french couple: he, with spanish parents, speaks spanish so well that he even has the accent; and she, purely french, doesn’t take part in the conversation. Later we realize she doesn’t speak our language. They’re also doing the crossing to Pucon, and the they’ll go to Mendoza with some friends.
We say goodbye although we know we’re going to the same place, and start to walk through the night. There’s more movement and less cold than I though it would be. We run into the french couple of course, at the bus line, and he tells us his thoughts about the argentinian people. Through his eyes we’re a more messy society than the french one o german, and with a more demonstrative and family-attached culture. He has good eye.
The departure time of the Igi Llaima bus is 6.40 am, and with the common delay of the people getting their seats, we leave at 7.
Fortunately, we don’t spend much time in Customs, and after the first sight of the Lanin Volcano we continue the trip. We finaly arrive at Pucón around 1 pm.
Full of life, full of hot. We don’t have to do much effort to find the views to the recently famous volcano (because of the 7 km high eruption from 1 week ago). We head to the tourism office and see that semaphore that we read before we came.
It occurs to us that, in case you have to live an evacuation, this (and all Chile actually) is a good place to live it, ’cause we’re so organized in that matter.
In the tourism office they allow us to leave our bags so we can go looking for a place to stay, which is a salvation, we’re really feeling the 5:30 am. We meet again with the frenchs and this time she does want to talk, and of course we just smile at her and nod. They don’t like the camping they come from, however we check it out and decide to stay. The Camping La Poza seems comfortable and its location is great and it seems comfortable.
Before we install ourselves at the camping, we need to exchange money (the camping doesn’t take credit cards), so we go downtown to a couple of exchange offices (it’s better not to go to just one).
After we finally set up the tent, we go out with a map and hungry stomachs. We have a late lunch at Oma’s Cafe, where the menu of the day was generous: salad, chicken milanesa (breadcrumbed chicken) with fries, chocolate cake.
We take a walk by the La Poza lake and the Villarrica lake, very close to each other, and with the city. There is people at the beach, enjoying the sun, over a sand that more like sand seems to be ashes.
In the evening we visit the downtown and we are really surprised by all the restos and pubs there are, and very cutes. I don’t know why Pucon isn’t more famous, in Buenos Aires at least.