I jumped off the bus when I felt I had ridden far enough and close enough to where my hostel would be. I knew I had to walk up some hills to find it, so I did what I was getting pretty used to doing-- wandering around until I find what I needed. I have gotten ALOT of exercise doing this. Hehe. I eventually realized I was wandering Away from the direction I needed to go, but after about twenty minutes of walking the wrong way. And like how much of my trip has gone so far, I eventually figure out the right place to be. I ended up walking up a realllllyyy steep hill and found the hostel. This town is full of graffiti and art on almost every surface and wall -- I love it! The man who checked me into the hostel was very nice and let me know there was a "choripan" BBQ, which is like a sort of sausage in a bun, but its not a hot dog. I did not end up eating that food but met up with the French guy, Romain, and a new friend I met at this hostel, Jonathan, a traveler from Israel. Jonathan has been living in Argentina for the last seven months and now just extending his travel to Chile and the surrounding area. We walked around the city a bunch taking in all the graffiti and stopping by a supermarket to stock up on some food. We bought some Chilean wine, as it was to by my first taste, for $3 and tried some at the hostel. It was delicious!
Later that night we met Romain at the hostel and took us to this awesome little bar, which reminded me a lot of places back in the US, with the white walls full of different beautiful paintings. After about ten minutes of us being there, two men came in with guitars and started playing music. See my posted video for a sample of the music!
We wandered around a bit after that, trying to see the other hot spots. However, since it was a Monday, many things were closed and so we called it a night at about 12 and went back to the hotel. A good sleep was had that night....