The night before, we went for a walk to find some bars and to check out the concert on the waterfront, like I thought, the band were really crap, the band were this useless pop/rock group with boring tunes and just generally sounded really shit. We shortly left after only being there for a minute or two. Helen wanted to get some cigarettes so she asked a carabineros or police officer for the non Spanish, they told her there were some bars and pointed out directions, we followed to no avail, we didn't come across a single bar so decided to head back and then cut down some side road. We shortly came across a restaurant/bar that sold cigarettes so Helen was sorted, we were quite hungry by this point but all the food looked quite expensive so we left and went elsewhere, a couple more restaurants down and we decided that this one would be it and my God it was. I ordered this sandwich or burger thing, cant remember the exact name but it was amazing. It was so unbelievably good that I would happily say it was the best sandwich or burger I have ever had, it had lettuce, tomatoes, avocados, green beans, cheese and chopped beef, not minced but roughly chopped, in a beautiful thick freshly baked bun. All the freshest of ingredients and seasoned to absolute perfection. I had that and the girls had a big bowl of chips, we all shared a pitcher of Cristal, a Chilean beer. I don't think I'm ever going to forget that burger, even though I can't remember the name but the taste will stay forever.
The night was still young and it was a Saturday night after all so we decided we would check out a bar of some kind we had eaten. We asked the people who owned the restaurant and the female owner came back to us and recommended a bar called magnolia, it was right at the edge of town all the way along the waterside. I thought it looked rather tacky with parasols and benches and paper lanterns in the shape of magnolia flowers, the girls disagreed and thought it looked quite good. Inside was not what I had expected, it was a really swanky cocktail bar with what appeared to be the Villarrica socialites all hanging out in their respective groups and drinking exotic cocktails. Upstairs was apparently karaoke night but when we went up to have a look all that was happening was a dj was playing cheese and there was a projection on a wall, not very exciting really. The process of ordering a drink was very unusual, you went up to a bar man, placed your order, paid then he gave the receipt to the cocktail waiters and they mixed up the drinks there and then. Took quite a while but was fun to watch, it was like a mini production line at an automotive factory. We got our drinks and went to find a seat but there wasn't any free. We stood by the bar for a minute when a short Arabic man strolled in with big glass balls, he had the strangest hair cuts with a random patch full of hair then it was shaved in a pattern around it. Some Arabic music came over the PA and the man started spinning the balls and balancing them on his body and face and around his arms and shoulders and kept this going then put the ball on his chin and began to play with 6 more slightly smaller glass balls, it was quite clear that he fumbled a couple of times but recovered well. It was a good 2 minutes or so of entertainment. The bar was quite boring after a while and ridiculously smoky, we were all tired so we left and went back to the hostel for some shut eye, none of realised but by the time we got back it was gone 3.