After docking we decided to jump on the first available bus to the an island that lies off the East of Puerto Montt. Our initial destination on Chiloe was Ancud however when we arrived into this small town it looked really run down and didnt seem like there was much to see, so after a quick exchange of cash with the bus driver we continued to our new destination of Castro.
We arrived in Castro after about 4 hours on the bus with no place to stay. We had decided that unlike everywhere else we would turn up with nothing booked - BAD IDEA. Rita likes to sensibly check a variety of hostels to ensure that the best deal is got. Ben on the other hand likes to see if there is any availability, if so then that´ll do regardless of whether there is a kitchen, what the cost is, what the room is like. Obviously these two different styles of accomodation searching do not mix too well.
In the end we found a ´hostel´ in namesake alone. The room offered great views of the bay and a nest of roosting vultures and the price wasnt too bad. It even had a kitchen so that we could cook our own food as breakfast was not included. So we ventured out on to Castro´s streets to see what awaited us, turns out not much apart from some dodgy looking people and a collective of drunks. There was however a nice harbour worth a little look and a church made completely out of corregated iron.
On the second day we just went wandering again after cooking ourselves a hearty breakfast. We returned to have some heated up soup for lunch (leftovers from the night before). The lady of the house, an old battle axe, was quick to inform us that we were cooking too much and that we would have to pay some additional money for gas that we were using - very much a first for us. By this time we had already prepared some meat for a nice Thai Beef salad that evening. After walking about in a sour mood that afternoon we returned that evening and mentioned that we had already prepared the beef and that we would like to cook again, this was greeted with an expected frown.
We both decided that on checkout the following day we werent going to pay the additional ´gas´money and decided to hatch a plan on how to escape without paying. We went upstairs and got all of our stuff ready for the great escape the following day. We rose at the ripe hour of 6.45 and creapt out ensuring no noise was made, left the key on the counter and ran as fast as our flip flops would carry us. Think this could be the beginning of our criminal career.