More snaps from Chiloé

I had been eyeing the cars on the ferry for a little while, trying to figure out if I should ask anyone for a ride, when the window of the car closest to me, a big and new-looking car, opens and a woman leans over from the passenger seat. I had already dismissed that car as what I could see of the backseat through the blackened windows was that it looked pretty full.

“You are not from Chile are you?” she asks me in Spanish, and I shake my head. “No I’m from Norway”. After a short conversation about where I’m from and my travels she presents me to her grown kids in the backseats, there are four of them, two girls and two boys between the ages of 18-24 – a family from Santiago on summer vacation. They take their eyes off of their smartphones for a second and smiles and say hello to me.

Chiloé, Chile

“Where are you heading?” she asks me, and I tell her that I’m heading towards Achao. “That’s where we’re heading as well, why don’t you join us?” Perfect I think to myself. I climb into to the car just as the ferry docks to the island of Quinchao, the kids make room for me in one of the backseats. I never really hitchhike alone, but this could barely be called hitchhiking. And if I didn’t get into this car I would probably have to hitchhike anyways. I’d left Castro to go to the island of Quinchao for a daytrip, took the bus to Dalcahue and just jumped onto the ferry without thinking anything about how to get further, only with a notion that things would work out somehow, and well, seems like they did this time as well.

The man of the family joins the car and jumps into the driving seat and then we start to explore Quinchao. Not only do I get a ride to Achao, I get a whole tour of the island, a ride back to Castro and a company for the national park of Chiloé the day after. Ah the wonderful Chilean hospitality.

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile

Chiloé, Chile