Lívingston

After being escorted by the hostel dog to the migration office on the morning, I had a nice long walk along the beach to some waterfalls, called the “siete altares“. Since it is dry season, it was rather a river, but still very beautiful. I went there with a pretty annoying Indian - nobody bothers if you want to enjoy the walk, but it's really not necessary to stop everytime you see a crane and to take one hundred completely equal pictures, nor meditating in the river.
In the afternoon I had to pack up all the clothes I had washed (I never imagined that hand washing was so hard) and played with the puppies.Lue lisää