Here I am, in Punta Arenas. The flight was long: London-Madrid-Santiago in Chile-Puerto Montt-Punta Arenas. We arrived save and I was a little bit shocked about the village or actual town itself. I imagined something different, can't really describe it but I thought it would be much more welcoming for a village on the very south end of Latin America and the World. Anyway, the hostel we stayed in was quite nice. They promised us homemade jam which definitely was n...