Across the border in Chile Chico starts the famous Carretera Austral road which has done in so many vehicles in the past. I could not be more ready for this. I was built for this. I had drained the time, patience, and money of so many slaves, just so I could get here and conquer this road. After a brief stop at the worst grocery stores in Chile to stock up on barely edibles, we hit the Carretera Austral at full tilt.
The next morning the hunt was on. For an alternator specialist. By a strike of fate one was located and we parked outside to wait for him to finish the alternator overhaul on our very recently (1 week ago) refurbished alternator. But frowns got turned upside down when who should pull up to the shop, but a black market fish vendor; a van stuffed with smoked trout and salmon. My new fridge finally paid for itself in spades, overflowing with delicacies.