Traveling to Puerto Natalas

We had to catch our flight in the morning and flagged a cab which quickly took us to the airport. We tood two flights to get to Punta Arenas, which is the common place people fly and then take a bus to Puerto Natalas, but Greta managed to find a subsequent flight to Puerto Natalas that was not advertised anywhere which saved us a day waiting for the bus and it was only an extra 50 dollars for the flight vs. the bus. As we were getting off our second flight we grabbed a bag that was a couple seats back in the plane for another traveler, his name was Rock, but you roll the R when you say it and the o is more like an oo, that was dressed for trekking in Patagonia and helped him off the plane. It turns out that Rok was waiting the day for the bus because he had not head of the flight option. The flight was leaving in 30 minutes so after wishing him well on his travels we said good-bye. After fiddling around trying to figure out whether we needed to move our bags to the next plane, low and behold, there was Rok, who had decided it was worth the extra money to save waiting a day for the bus ride. We laughed and boarded the flight together.

Upon landing in Puerto Natalas Rok got cab driver and we waited for our bags, well, this is where things did not work out so well, Roocks bag never showed up and it turns out it did not make it on the plane. After a long drawn out arguement between Rok and the airlines they agreed that they would deliver his bag to the park the following day and he would pick it up there.

The taxi took us to our hostal and as the rooms were full we said our second good-byes to Rok and got settled in at the hostal. After getting settled we had to go out to find bus tickets to and from the park and to our next destination, and to find supplies for the trek. This far south it is light very late and we ended up walking around town till 9 before we were done with the shopping, where we ran into Rok in the grocery and the food available was more limited than imaginable, so much so that it appeared that Greta would have to eat sausage on the hike because there was nothing else available. At that point everything was closed, so we returned to the hostal, and packed our bags for the morning, and fell asleep watching the american classic, My Best Friends Girlfriend.