After the club the ones of us still around were quite hungry so we went out to look for food, Max and myself remembered that during the day we decided that before we left Valdivia we would have to slap/touch the sea lions. The idea of getting food went out the window and all I could think about was touching a sea lion. They were right up on the ramp at this time so it wasn't too hard to get near them. Once right up close and personal with them they begin to look all the more scary, like one false move and it will bite your arm off. We were slowly edging closer, but the closer we got the scarier it got and they were barking and roaring and generally moving around quite a lot. We had time on our side and we were dead set on touching them, it had to be done and what better time and place to do it than here. The big ones in the middle were a little too difficult to touch, but there was a couple on the side but next to a railing. I managed to walk right past the big one on the ramp and was closer than arms reach to it, I moved in for the kill and gave it a big slap on the belly. To my surprise and I suppose disappointment, they weren't as soft as they look. In fact they felt quite hard with rough fur and tough skin. They feel very similar to cows. I didn't think I got a good enough feel so I went in for another, this time I got closer and hit it a little harder, when I say slap its not a very hard slap, more like a little gentle tap. I had succeeded, now it was bed time, or time to drink some more at the hostel.