Return to Punta Arenas
Not too long after checking out that mural we went to a decent looking restaurant for dinner. And did I ever eat.. I ordered a king crab meal that came served with salmon and rice that was all drizzled with a garlic cheese sauce. There was a lot of it. This was the first full day after our hike, so as far as I was concerned this was my victory feast. I wolfed down the entire thing and it was amazing. I had never eaten king crab before, and I'm not a huge seafood fan, but it was delicious.
A couple hours later we were waiting for the bus. Jane had bought a bag of apples for the 4 hour hour ride back to Punta Arenas. They came in a thin plastic bag that was tied shut.
Half an hour into the bus ride or so and I was feeling a bit uneasy. I didn't realize what was about to happen until a couple seconds before it did. I notified Jane of the on-coming vomit as soon as I was aware of its imminent arrival, and she scrambled for those apples. Untying the bag with a ninja-like precision, she opened it up and passed it to me. I grabbed it just in time for a powerful jet of vomit to shoot inside, as opposed to onto the seat in front of me and everywhere else..
It seemed to go on for a while - and I apologize for the offensiveness of this post, but I had never vomited like that in my life. Jane's mouth was wide open during the whole ordeal as well.. I didn't have time to be shocked in any way (I had to focus on aim), but she sure did. After it was all said and done and the bag of vomit was tied up inside two other plastic bags, she wouldn't even talk to me for the rest of the ride. The worst part was that there were no garbage bins anywhere to be seen on the bus either.. and even if there were, the bag of vomit was fairly sizeable..
I disposed of it at the first garbage bin we ran into in Punta Arenas. I was kind of happy to finally be there. Jane did not seem to share in my sentiments, from what I was able to ascertain of the situation. I think she might have had plans for that bag. That or I smelled like the last thing you want to smell for 4 hours. The truth is probably somewhere in between.
The next day was a Saturday. We didn't have any set plan for the last week of the trip, but it was clear that we both wanted to set foot on the Land of Fire -
Tierra Del Fuego. We bought bus tickets to
Ushuaia, southernmost city in Argentina and the world, and spent the day going souvenir shopping, doing laundry at a mall, where we also had fairly bad pizza (Telepizza, avoid it if you can).
And the last note in my notebook for this day seems to say "Spiderman", but I have no idea what that's all about.