2.09.2018 I arrived late in the day to Concepcion, a bustling town that was in rush hour, finding my hostel and a parking area loaded with trekking bicycles. It wasn’t long before I was talking with six or seven guys from England about their trip. They had flown in with the bicycles to Santiago and were heading south. They'd only been on the road a week when one of the bicycles had broken and had subsequently had to wait another week in Concepcion for the part to arrive by DH