Seth and I have just finished Day 2 of our 120 mile bike ride around Lake Llanquihue in southern Chile. The rolling hills are occaisionally occupied by dairy cows and are always incredibly green. The lake is dominated by 3 snowcapped volcanos, even in the summer.
We didn´t know this before we arrived in the town of Frutillar 3 days ago, but Chile is one of the most developed countries in Latin America. Most people have at least one car, and the family we´re staying with tonight has a giant flat screen TV with cable from America. All that to say, this part of Chile is very touristy for Chileans--I don´t think we´ve run into any foreign tourists.
These beautiful green hills are our nemisis. They just never end. Our ride yesterday was up and down the entire time, often on gravel roads with bone-jarring bumps.
Our legs hurt, but the worst parts are our bottoms. Every time we mount up after a break, we wince in pain from the hours of sitting on a fairly hard seat. It gets better as the ride goes on, but the ache is always there. At this point, Seth and I are labeling scenic bike tours on gravel roads with hills as a once-in-a-lifetime experience. We both plan on sleeping on our stomachs and being less sore for the last 76 kilometers ... however far that is
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