I don't feel my legs...

Nor the rest of my body so it doesn't matter.
***Note: I thought about posting the whole story at once, but I split it because it was too long to read. It has 7 parts plus the afterthoughts...and lots of suffering *lol*

Holy shit! I never thought that going on tour was so damn exhausting.

Day 1:

Mom and I left on the 9th, and from the beginning this was a pretty strange trip. The taxi we took to arrive to Pedro de Valdivia was very fast...but the taxi driver ended
up telling us his whole life. What's weird about that? Well, it's always the other way round, you tell your life to the guy and they listen, but whatever...

When we finally got there the bus hadn't arrived yet and everybody was waiting on the street.

Hmmmm.

Then, when the bus arrived the bus drivers put the bags inside without any tag to recognize them latter.

Hmmmm.

So the trip began, the guide (which in the end wasn't really a guide, and we realized that much, much later) introduced himself as Marco Cuevas, a history teacher. He said we were going to travel all day and night long, only to stop at a couple gas stations and then we were going to have a *huge* country-like breakfast at Pirihueco port on the next morning.

LIES!!!

Everything was going well during the first part of the trip. Mom and I saw lots of beautiful trees and our legs didn't hurt as we thought they were going to. The trees looked really pretty, and at sunset it seemed like the branches had light bulbs on them instead of leaves, and the sun flowers were ignoring the last rays of the sun like they weren't worth of them. (I was inspired...bite me)

Now the night was another story.

Around 10 pm our guide decided it was karaoke time, so some of the passengers began singing timidly a couple love songs, it was very fun and I wish I knew where they sell that dvd. Then the person who sang better had the right of drinking coke...then everybody had the right of drinking coke, but only a few to drink pisco...then everybody wanted pisco but they gave us peanuts, the bad thing is some people didn't receive any...coke, pisco, nor peanuts (geez). Around 11 pm our guide decided *again* it was time to go to sleep. As far as I know nobody wanted to, but he didn't give a damn. The lights went down and we tried to go to sleep...until this family...2 kids plus the mother and father, decided they didn't want to. The older boy listened to reggeaton all night long, and the mother and the youngest kid (a full bloomed Pokemon) talked until 6 am. I SWEAR. Half of the bus wanted to kill them on their sits, while the other half wanted to throw them inside the Llaima volcano. We had the chance though, because we did stop near the volcano, but by that time I didn't feel my legs, and the wind was so strong that everybody was freezing outside.

The night in Puerto Montt was very pretty, the city lights looked like dandelions and the lights of the radio antennas looked like angry fireflies, it was a very funny sight...then again the coca-cola I drank before going to sleep had a funny effect on me x_x;;;

So we continued with our trip and I gave up sleeping. Everything hurt, the Pokemon kept talking, my eyes were irritated, my mom was snoring and I couldn't see a damn thing. Finally around 5:30 am I opened an eye to look outside. I'll never forget that sunrise, the morning mist, the sun light touching the trees in the darkness, and the lake. The lake was one of the prettiest thing I've ever seen, and in the deepest part of the forest I found were the clouds were born. I SWEAR!! The sun was heating the lake and the clouds were forming and rising. We passed right beside a small one and a big one was already on top of the trees. They were moving very fast, maybe they were late and had to arrive to Santiago on time...who knows. I was just waiting for breakfast time, because last time I had eaten something was like 12 hours ago...even more. I remember buying something at some gas station, but my mom kinda ate more than me...let's say she'll never die of hunger_ever_. If I had known what was gonna happen at breakfast I would've fought with mom for a bigger chunk of brownie.

I swear.

Day 1 - end.
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