We arrive in San Pedro after the tour at about ten o'clock in the morning. When we get off the bus a couple of people rush up and hand us some leaflets for some hostels. We go for the plushest (and most expensive one) but figure we deserve a few days in somewhere nice after the tour. The hostel is as good as it looks on the leaflet and we check in, dump the bags and wonder out to get cash as we have no chilien pesos. The first cash machine doesn't work either does the second. To cut a long story short as this seems to be a pattern in new countries, we spend about an hour and a half doing the usual s*** on my natwest app before we learn one bank doesn't accept visa and the other didn't have any cash, but would be filled up at three...and... It actually was which was a nice turn up for the books. Starving we try to find a supermarket to no avail, we then stumble over an absolute GEM of a chicken parlour. It was sooooo nice and cheap and from now on when ever I say the word dinner in San Pedro it means chicken from this place. After the agro with the ATM and the nice chicken and the nice weather (30+) and the fact it was saturday and the fact we had just arrived in chile etc etc, we decided to treat our selves to a beer, 3000 in the pub, 1000 in the shop, no brainer and as I said our hostel was plush. We buy a couple of litre beers each. At 5.5% I start to feel them and have a third just to kick start the night. We bought some spirits which was unnecessary and didn't even really get touched. By the time we left we were pretty smashed, kinda took me by surprise, to the point were we couldn't get into any bars nor get served by the shop. By this time Dyson was getting annoyed and just decided to go to bed. We'd heard about a desert rave from some lads in potosi and there was no way I was missing the chance to rave in the desert, so I decided not to go to bed. Wondering around, i found a group of terribly posh boys that were staying in our hostel. Not my sort of people but beggars can't be choosers. We got in the back of a taxi to the rave, as soon as we got there, I like to think I ditched them but in reality I'm sure my constant taking the piss out of them led to them ditching me... Tough crowd! I'm happy on my own, bumbling around, chatting s***, dancing away chilling by the campfire. My money soon runs out thou, taking my drunkenness along with my enthusiasm with it. About an hour after operation money disappeared happened I was fully ready to go home but had no money to get there. I waited at the entrance for the toffs and eventually they trundles along. We all got in the back of the truck and headed back. It was daylight by the time I got back so went straight to bed. Next day I woke up about midday, Dyson had already been up and gone back to bed feeling rough. We'd booked the valley of the moon tour for 4pm so I mooches around the hostel all day feeling sorry for my self and went to get some dinner. Dyson got up about 3ish ready for the tour who picked us up early any ways. The tour was pretty lame in itself. The views were amazing and I got loads of snaps but I just wasn't interested in hearing a badly translated story of volcanic rock. Me and Dyson were more interested in stealing the drinks from the cool box in the van and drawing a massive c*** in the sand on the side of the mountain. We thought this would be hilarious. (we didn't manage it in the end btw). We went to am couple of spots before getting to the valley for sunset. The landscape was amazing and I love the snap I got off at it. We headed back after sunset, got some dinner and then went to bed. Woke the next day fresh and had organised the bus for half eight pm. We had a nice hostel, good tv, good wifi and football on all day so we were happy to chill there all day until the bus (as there isn't much else there apart from the valley of the moons) but ohhh no! The hostle b**** had other ideas, she explained that it was policy for us to leave at check out. NO OTHER HOSTEL DOES THIS! w***ers! Our day it now completely f***ed up, thankyou. We now have to spend the next 8 hours wondering around San Pedro with all our bags. To make matters worse, no joke, our beloved chicken parlour has closed for refurbishment! No chill, no chicken and no money to amuse ourselves. The next 8 hours look grim and in fact, they are. We hang around the square, no money for even the Internet cafe. We're so bored we arrive at the bus stop an hour and a half before it departs and to put the icing on the cake, it started rain. In one foul swoop the hostel went from being one of the best to the worst. Bad review time!