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Once the couple reached a pick-up area, they carried their luggage to a bus and Zena once again dug money out of her pocket to pay for the fare. She handed two dollar bills to the bus driver and then they quickly took their seats.

The bus took them to a couple of places in the city first, and then finally to their stop: San Juan Boat Tours, a small, run-down building near the coastline. They would take a boat to the glacier, where they would finally do what they came for: visit the ice caverns.

Zena and Brian were not just your average couple. They traveled all over the world in search of adventure, and they had kept their eye on the ice caves in Puerto Montt for a while. They were both excited to see what they would find exploring there.

Zena eagerly slung her pack over her shoulders and scampered up to the simple wooden door of the touring company. She yanked it open, then she came inside to see a rather young, Latino-looking man at a table in the main room.

He looked up from the table, then she cleared her throat before beginning to speak in a heavily accented and horrible Spanish: "Señor, ¿podría ayudarnos... uh... con una excursión al glaciar?" Which roughly translated to Mister, would you be able to help us with a tour to the glacier?

He stood up with a chuckle and replied, "Don't worry about it... I speak English."

By this time, Brian had entered the room to see his girlfriend blushing intensely. He smiled and asked, "Well, can you help us?"

"Yes," the man replied. "Our next tour boat leaves in an hour; you guys can stay here to wait it out."

"Thank you, sir," finished Zena. "We'll just stay here on this bench in the meantime."

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