We figured the picturesque surroundings of Pucón would be best explored by bike. So we rented some bikes this morning and armed with a most dodgy map we were pointed in the direction of the road out of town. We started out on a nice bike lane but once we turned off the paved road it was basically dodgy old logging roads.. Poor Heather was a real trooper all day, but the roads were not exactly designed for biking, nor where they nice slick single track. We managed to ride right past the waterfalls that we were supposed to reach.. We stopped for lunch at this roadside open air church.. I think Heather was muttering a few prayers of her own as her butt was still a bit sore from the rafting incident..

Well we rode not more than 300mtrs from our lunch with Christ and saw a sign for the bloody waterfalls.. luck? fate?