Goodbye Chiloé

Monday was our last morning on Isla Chiloé and our plan was to drive an hour back to the ferry and get to Puerto Montt before lunchtime to do some chores.

It was another lovely morning on our island hill top. 

There were just three vehicles in the 35 minute ride back to the mainland. 

It was a chore finding oil for my oil change. The Jeep dealer in Puerto Montt had none but they directed me to a place that did. Our Pentastar engine takes 5W-20 oil which is not common. In a pinch we can use the much more available 5W-30 but usually Jeep dealers have what we need.

I took the oil and filter to the shop which could handle our 21 foot, 9400 pound behemoth and Rusty did his part by breaking down the rather sullen attitude in the office. 

After the oil change and tire rotation and alignment ($60 fir the work and $70 for the oil and filter) we went to a place where we can park in Puerto Montt, city of no parking, even if it costs $2 an hour. 

The mall. 

Crocs with heels; will  wonders  never cease? Not in my  size (un)fortunately. 

We needed to copy a couple of documents for Layne to take to Florida on her trip to Key West but finding a copy shop was not easy. In other South American countries they are everywhere and well advertised; not here. 

You can get best ever you want at Costanera Mall and I was overwhelmed. 

I took Rusty for a walk. These dumpsters are everywhere and they are for the public to use. You bring your garbage bag from your house and drop it in. To open it you step on the bar and the lid comes up and the city denies the dumpster. Easy peasy. 

The rather uninspired waterfront of Puerto Montt. 

Layne was shopping in the supermarket inside the mall and we had sushi on the menu too. 

No Laphroaig for Webb.  

And then we had to do laundry and we were done for the day.

Our cabin was still occupied by some other inconsiderate person so we parked for the night in a truck rest area a mile away. 

I actually prefer van living but sometimes an air b and b is convenient especially when Layne has to fly to Florida to pick up our alternator parts.