Today is my last Saturday in Coyhaique! So, one must make the best of every day and especially when ones days in a certain location draw to a close. So today is spent working on finishing up some projects I have started around the hostel. One of them is a Map of the city with restaurants, bars, banks, stores, etc (this one happens to be one of my favorite designs I have done in a long while). Another is a map of the national forest trails for biking. A video for the hostel's website is yet another project and will hopefully be finished by Wednesday!
Tonight I have a birthday party for a friend I met last weekend at a different BBQ. He is a pilot and lives just down the street from my hostel. Our wonderful internet stopped working around 8 tonight so I had to go by memory of what the address of the party was. At about 11pm I set out to find the house, just walking in the (hopefully) right direction, stopping every so often to see if I could hear the noise of a party. After walking up and down the block several times I finally located it. This was the first party I have gone to in Coyhaquie where I would be arriving solo, so I am sure it would have been a little entertaining to watch me stalling a few moments outside the door, building up the courage to knock (all the while still unsure if I was at the correct location or not). But, all ends well, as I was indeed at the right house and was greeted kindly by the birthday boy and was introduced to the people there. His girlfriend was really nice and could speak very good English as well, so it was easy to break the ice. Shortly after I arrived several of my other friends here arrived (Jorge, Marco, and Yerko) and the party got started. We hung out there for a long time, chatting in both English and Spanish. The next day Jorge was heading back south to his campo. He would be traveling to Santiago sometime during January so i made sure to get his contact info so we could meet up there when I move north. Later in the night some of us decided to go out to Piel Roja for some dancing. We called a cab and piled in, some jumping out at a different bar but the rest heading to PR. The dance floor was full of people, as usual on a Saturday night and while it is the only disco in Coyhaique, everyone goes here to dance. It was super fun, of course, and later the group walked me back to my hostel where I said goodbye to everyone because I wasn´t sure if I would see them again before I flew out on Wednesday.
I settled in to go to bed when I heard the doorbell ring. As it was about 5:30 in the morning, this was quite alarming and I was really hoping it wouldn´t wake up the hostel. I answered the door and I found a guy there trying to explain (I think) that he saw me at the bar and he wanted to come in for a chat. I was quite confused at why a guy would follow me to my hostel and think that it was acceptable to ring a doorbell of a hostel at this time of the morning and think that I would let him in. I told him he couldn´t come in and I was going to sleep. Such a weird end to the night! I had never had anything like that happen to me before in Coyhaique!