We are camping by a beautiful lake laguna sofia) 24 km outside of pt natales. N scouts for climbers to join whilst I wrap myself up in books and sleeping bags. In the evening fellow wildcampers make bonfires and play bad chilean music (except for the guy a few meters down who plays his pan fluit). We feel like we’re on us holidays. Grass all over the poorch, things scattered in and around the tent, muck and flies, sun and wind. Happy to not be on the road. In a few days we will be cykling another stretch. But now we’re just enjoying beeing exactly where we are.