'Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing -- absolute nothing -- half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,' he went on dreamily: 'messing -- about -- in -- boats; messing -- -- '
'Look ahead, Rat!' cried the Mole suddenly.
It was too late. The boat struck the bank full tilt. The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air.
' -- about in boats -- or with boats,' the Rat went on composedly, picking himself up with a pleasant laugh. `In or out of 'em, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that's the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not.'
We around the river a bit, then up to Punucapa, which is Mapuche for "This is the middle of nowhere, and no one comes here except the boat tours." The boat tour in general is pretty focused on the German colonization of Chile, with lots of old German houses you can see from the river, and Punucapa itself has a pretty interesting old German church.
The tour guide was also nice and spoke clearly enough for me to catch 40% of what he said, a little more if I paid attention. Which I didn't, sometimes, because I was on a boat.
Tonight my bus leaves at 10:15pm for Valparaiso, so in preparation I'm having a beer and a cafe helado, which is an evil concoction of coffee and ice cream that I can only have every 6 weeks or more (actually, this is my second in 3 months). I'm planning on some heavy food for dinner and then praying I can still fall asleep. Sometimes I'm not very smart.
UPDATE: The cafe helado is awesome and I'll just offset it with more beer and a churrasco and a couple gallons of water. So there.
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