My last attempt at recreating the past was to go fishing on the river that runs out of Lake Villarica. I had done this with my own "botero" 35 years ago and had always wanted to share it with someone else.
So today before the rains started in earnest this afternoon, we went fishing. The morning was sunny with blue skies and a slight breeze. This time we were both in the same boat with our botero Juan, who was hard at work harvesting tiny crabs to use as bait when we arrived.
The lazy trip down the river was beautiful, with birds like the Martin Pescador soaring overhead and an occasional bit of white water adding some variety.
I am sure it was immediately clear to Juan that we know nothing about fishing. However, with his expert help we managed to catch 3 fish and let 2 other big ones get away. Here he is cleaning our fish at the end of our 10 km. river trip before we and the boat got picked up in a truck for the ride back to town.
The best part was actually eating our fish for lunch. We think they were red-meat trout or something similar. There is nothing like fish only hours out of the water.
This afternoon we hiked to a couple of impressive waterfalls.
On the way back home we came upon this Chilean version of Zorro, who looks an awful lot like someone I once knew.
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