
Leaving Puerto Montt was dreary and cold, not to mention wet, with new stilettos on Maya covered in fitting lube and silicone I couldn’t wait to feed them a bit of gravel to knock the slippery shiny edge off them.
Our road that helped

Taking the back way, beautiful, no traffic, not toll, little tar on the V 55 then out to the lake around the mountain and onto the V 69 to Cochamo for the night, was like riding in Fiordland in New Zealand.

The weather was shite and cold, we had one more day of this then a settled forecast should see us on the road with (hopefully epic views).
We chose to to wait it out or we would not see anything so no point in hitting it with nothing to see.
An uneventful but beautiful ride to Cochamo setting us up for the main course of the Carreterra Austral.
Some Flor de Caña to help pass the time by in an awful place
My "look what I have dumb and dumber look"

Argh the almost view

Tomorrow, Hornopiren
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