After the previous day's marathon out of Chaitén — two ferry crossings and a Puerto Montt arrival pushing past 10:00 pm — today asks nothing of the body. The morning stays in town, unhurried, before a short afternoon run up the highway to a city built on rivers and beer.
A Morning in Puerto Montt
With no rush to leave, the morning is for laundry and a walk. Once the wash is dropped off, the Costanera, Puerto Montt's long waterfront promenade facing the Seno de Reloncaví, is an easy, flat walk to fill the wait — the plaza de armas, the yacht club, the piers, Isla Tenglo sitting just offshore, and on a clear day the outline of distant volcanoes across the water. The walk naturally ends at Angelmó, the wooden-cabin fish and crafts market at the western end of the waterfront, where stalls sell fresh salmon, shellfish, and Mapuche-influenced weavings and woodwork, and vendors call out the day's specials from the seafood kitchens upstairs. It's a good place to browse before circling back for the laundry and lunch in town, with the afternoon's short drive still ahead.