the only road you'd ever find is the Carretera Austral, the Southern 'Highway', which actually is a narrow 1-1/2 lane gravel path that passes through regions so remote that it suddenly ends in a lake, only to be connected from the other side of the lake that's navigable only by military operated ferries that run just twice a day;
you pass through towns with no gas stations or hotels - people fill gas by sucking it out of tin barrels, and the only places you can sleep in are your own tent, or in someone's home;
you meet people ever smiling and ever so friendly that they'd get you out of mountain side ditches or quick sand for free (yes, we did land in a ditch full of quick sand and missed the valley side by a whisker), or would chop out a missing gas tank cap from fire wood, or spend an hour training you so they can give you a real 'jump start' by pulling your 'out of juice' car with a rope while it's in gear, or pile up with the whole family in a pickup truck just to show you to someone's place where you can sleep (hospedaje);
where the only way you can converse with locals is in 'sign and sound' language, or by borrowing broken espanol sounds from a spanish-english travel phrase book...
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