We didn’t have big plans for our day Punta Arenas. Before the start of our trip we figured that we would visit one of the penguin colonies on this day, but we’d already made that stop on the way down. Otherwise, we just wanted to spend a little time in Punta Arenas as it might be as far south as we ever find ourselves.
With no schedule, we left no wake up call. As a result, we slept late, very late. We were much more tired than we had realized. When we finally woke and dragged ourselves out of the room we walked over to see one of Punta Arenas top attractions, its cemetery. I have general concerns about any place whose top attraction is a cemetery, but I let that go for the moment. With the sounds of fighter jets thundering overhead, we arrived at the gates of the cemetery as a tour bus was letting a group off. The cemetery was worth seeing and interesting with a distinctly whitewashed southern European feel. A visit provided a little glimpse on Punta Arenas’ past with mausoleums dedicated to the various immigrant groups and societies prominent amongst the grave markers and shrines.
Punta Arenas is curiously known for its chocolate. On the walk back to the room we hoped that the hot chocolate and expresso at Fábrica de Chocolates Baeriswyl Chocolatta (Calle Bories 852) would revive us. It wasn’t enough. We were done sightseeing for the day.
Tomorrow, we would be off to San Pedro de Atacama in the high arid desert over 2,000 miles to the north. At the hotel, after dinner, we asked about a taxi to the airport the next morning.
“What time do we need to get a taxi for a 7:00 am flight,” I asked.
“6:30” came the answer from the person behind the desk.
After a confused look from us, the front desk person corrected it to 5:30 am. It was a pretty short distance to the small airport and we shouldn’t need to get there too early for a Chilean domestic flight. With that, we went to bed early, still tired from our stay in Torres del Paine.