Coastal Roads, Conversations & A Room with a View

Waking up in a comfortable bed after a long day of running was a true gift—thank you again, Saimon! I made a quick cold coffee, packed up my gear, and slipped out of the house around 7 AM while Saimon was still asleep. The cool morning air was refreshing as I ran along the coast, the sun slowly rising on the other side, casting a golden glow over the landscape.

The first few miles were dominated by logging sites—dusty roads, loud machinery, and the constant sound of trees being cut down. It’s a sight I’ve seen so often along this route, a reminder of the massive lumber industry here. But beyond that, the running was beautiful, rolling up and down through small coastal towns that dotted the landscape.

At mile 13, I took a break at a bus stop for a quick snack. A local woman, Oso, arrived to wait for her bus, and we struck up a conversation. These little moments of connection mean so much, breaking up the solitude of the road. A little later, I met Juan Enrico, who was walking along the street, and we shared a few words—again, just a simple but meaningful interaction.

Further down the road, I crossed paths with Maxi, a fellow traveler from Argentina on his bicycle. We chatted for a bit, sharing stories of the road, before we each continued on our way. It’s always inspiring to meet others moving across the world in their own way.

After 33 miles, I arrived in Pelluhue. As the fatigue set in, a familiar feeling of nervousness crept in—where would I sleep tonight? I asked around, talked to several people, and eventually met Roberto. He had a room available, but it was beyond my budget. After some conversation and explaining my journey, he was kind enough to lower the price to something I could afford. Later, I also met his daughter, another warm and welcoming presence.

Now, as I sit in Central Café with strong WiFi, catching up on all my pending posts, I feel grateful. A cozy room with an ocean view, good coffee, and the promise of another day on the road. But first—time to catch the sunset.

Tomorrow, we run again. Day 51, I’m ready for you!