The bus journey felt very long and we managed to lose our bus tickets, which didn‘t seem to matter but losing 2 things in one day is not always a good sign! Customs was thankfully no problem but the wind was fierce and we were only too pleased to get back on the bus after completing all necessary paperwork. We kept drifting in and out of sleep, but it wasn’t the best of journeys especially when we arrived at the ferry and found out that it was too windy and the ferry wasn’t running! There was no other way across the Magellan Straights and the only thing we could do was wait and hope that the wind died down. Thankfully after about an hour or so a ferry took to the water to test whether it was safe enough to sail and thankfully it was.

We finally arrived in Punta Arenas around 9.30 pm, it had been a very long day and it was absolutely lashing it down. We took a taxi to our hostel and

were less than pleased to find that the hostel resembled a really grotty student house. The hostel lady was friendly but this didn’t do much to lighten our mood. The heater in our room didn’t look safe enough to use due to the fumes pipe having massive gaps in it, so we suffered the cold. It was just plain awful and a world away from our high spirits in Antarctica.

In the morning we moved rooms and this one was marginally better, at least it had a heater pipe with no holes so it was a little warmer. Our colds were still there and we weren’t really feeling any better. We thought we should drag ourselves around Punta Arenas and see what it had to offer - not a lot really! It was a bit of a nothing place and neither of us were particularly keen on it, it was cold, grotty and dull. The only highlight was that we managed to get ourselves a cheap Penguin tour, which was leaving at 4pm so at