Hyundai Elantra Jacking Mount

Travel south

Management for Chiloé. Rain with wind, cold. Once I get out of the car to take my picture, but it runs much wind machine just does his thing, running back locked up. On the way I remember my father. I think Heart-Shaped Box is the best song I've heard. I also think that if you tell my dad that there is a possibility that your child knows China, would be very happy. Marcelcito think that will go for many days, returning probably more fair, with more teeth and walking. I think that I have hunger and have done piss many times in a short time. I guess sleeping, having money to pay for a hotel only to sleep for a couple of hours. But no. There is so much money with so much sleep.

I piss at the airport. Also in the shuttle. Now I'm in a place where no one, near a mussel processing plant. It is full of birds that come for their lunch box into a drain in the industry. I have doubts about whether resist the urge to pee for the third straight time or get out and, under some sticks, shields, take the short, piss, urinate. I decide, the will are many. I low, still raining and the floor is slippery, and muddy. I get wet and windless. And windless, I almost wet. The trickle is diverted to me, reach to remove and make it harder to direct, so that collision with a log and not my leg.

I return the car, echo the seat back and try to read. Can not I stay asleep and awake while the happy feeling, rather with absolute certainty, having stayed up a rental car at the mouth of a stream, and the birds singing in the background. I like driving, I am aware of it when I see that I have handled nearly 400 miles in a while and I'm happy. The phone rings to give me news. I'm glad more. I think back to my dad, my mom also and my grandmother. Management back, leave the car in the Castro. Windy rain, I have messy hair and wet. I have not eaten lunch, I ate only a packet of biscuits. I piss again, this time in a restaurant which has no bathroom mirror or soap or anything. It is raining outside louder and runs a wind of shit.

under a temporary management. In the radio plays a song that reminds me of my dad. I get to Ancud. My back hurts, I blame the seat of the van rented, but perhaps because I walk like chimpanzees or maybe that my backpack weighs a thousand kilos. All to bring the notebook I always carry to work and take care never to work. In Ancud me confirm that I have traveled a thousand miles to pure eggs so as to permit, I egg. I bought a meat pie, but I take the egg and two contaminated raisins taste. Me in a garbage dump, but the water hits hard Chacao Channel by ferry, and I jump in the face. I have now the salty side. Again I want to pee. Management to Puerto Montt, where I long to rest, once and having done nothing. I got up at 4 am and I have handled for hours through beautiful countryside without contributing anything to humanity. I deserve to sleep. In Puerto Montt

tell me that no rooms. Looking for a bathroom for the fifth time that day. In the mall of the city relief my bladder, today I has pressed greatly. Listen to the radio, where a lisp that speaks huaso basketball community. Shit. I brought two records, but I've heard a thousand 500 times this day, I want no more war. I get to Puerto Varas, but hotels charge me an arm and a leg and pylorus to sleep. I retire with his head down, especially when I discover that I fucked up the toll. Finally I find a decent hotel, where I sold a can for 800 pesos. I want to sleep, but before that I piss, I cover with a blanket and seconds before falling asleep, I think back to my father.