I know, it looks like a boring and common photo, but this picture is of the best story of my life.

Like i told you in other post last september i trip to the south alone, after being in Coyhaique i took a ship to Chiloé (30 hours of trip) and i camp in Cucao, in the other side of Cucao Lake. 15 days of non stop and extreme rain makes me take a stupid decision: i need to move, i said. In the morning i walk to Cole cole, a place that somebody told me is the place with the most overwhelming beauty of Chiloé. This place was two little towns, two huge beaches and a mountain to distance of my camp, but i feel the need of go there so i left some stuff in cucao (because my bag was a big monster of 15 k) and i took only my sleep bag and my tent and, as i plan to stay only one night in Cole cole, I buy two breads and a bottle of water.

I start walking with the same furious rain of the last 15 days but without wind, was a hard trekking of 6 hours but the view worth it. I arrived, put my tent and walk a little more to explore the place, nobody was there and the weather get worse. At night the wind move my tent hardly and the rain hit it. in the moring the situation start to worry me.
After two days inside my tent I go to a abandon house trying to enter and, lucky me, a window was opened.

4 days, 2 breads, 1 bottle of water, the most beautifull and lonely beach and this photo.