DAY 68.. GUARDIAN OF THE LOG FIRE

Day 68.....sitrep

I'm unsure if this was partly due to the exertions of the day before, or the fact that it was hoofing it down outside, in a similar fashion to the day I went zip wiring, but I suffered from "I really can't be arsed to do anything today ...itis"

I did however appoint myself as guardian of the log fire in the hostel, and vowed I would not desert my post at all and would ensure it was stoked and fed with regular supplies of wood.

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This I did until about 2 o'clock, at which point I was shown to be lying shite as I abandoned my post to go and sample, what I was informed by Katherine who ran the hostel, was the best burger in Pucon.

 

She was not wrong, big 'fat boy burger' with blue cheese n bacon! Oh yes there is a god and he cooks burgers in Pucon !

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Back on fire duty afterwards and I narrowly avoided roasting the cat alive. I had booked a night bus to Santiago so eventually left the hostel, caught the bus and settled into the fold down bed. Again I must apologise to the lady who ended up lay on the bed next to me, as she had to endure :-  2 coughing fits, a slack bladder (meaning constantly climbing over her to head to the toilets) and the gaseous results of a chemical reaction between the blue cheese and my stomach acid! 
I don't think she appreciated my proposal of marriage?

Eventually I coughed and farted myself to sleep so any noise I made after that I cannot be held responsible for.