On February
of 2014, on midsummer, I travelled to Los Lagos Region with my boyfriend. It
was the first time I did what in Spanish is called “mochilear”, and it was the best
experience of my life.
From Curicó
we went “haciendo dedo” to Chiloe, and there (in Castro) were my cousin and a
friend waiting us. We continue travelling together of curse.
The four
went to Castro and Dalcahue, where lives an university friend, “El Chelo”, who clearly
knew all Chiloe, so showed us everything of this wonderful island…
Ah! I’m forgetting
we met a guy on the road. We became friends, so we continued traveling with
him. Hahahaha, after the trip we never saw again.
After 2
weeks we go to Cole-Cole, the most beautiful beach I ever saw!!!! We arrived there after walking six hours into
a wood, with backpacks, bags, the tend and a lot of food, because there is no shop or houses. But It was worth!!
After
Cole-Cole we separated from the group and met some university’s friends, but they
were very tired of "mochilear".