Puerto Natales has a new bus terminal that did not exist in the 2010 edition of the Lonely Planet. Which makes the first 10 minutes of navigation in a new town without compass always fun, using a map where half of the landmarks are missing. But the main rules still apply: 1) always buy the next bus tickets before throwing the used ones away, especially during peaking season, 2) follow the smell of the sea - coast lines rarely move over the years and having suffered from inland lock-in stress, it's a good practice to look at the clouds, the wind and the land formations to get your bearings.
There are a lot of community dogs in Puerto Natales. All too cute and handsome and friendly.
One tactical decision included sleeping and eating for 2 days in a jetlag recovery farm called Simple Patagonia. Around this time of the year it's basically a minimalistic set of bedrooms with views and a personal chef. There is zero reason to leave the building, sun rises too early for a run and sets late enough to be complimented with extreme winds that you kind of want to not experience without sufficient energy reserves. And, sometimes doing nothing is good enough.
It was also rather surprising to learn how many (66% of the other people staying at the hotel) sing as the first thing in the morning before hitting the shower. Everyone's taste in music was good, so again, no downsides. Walls in buildings are thin even in London, you are just typically less lucky with the neighbours in the Northern hemisphere.
The siesta got a small interruption in the form of trip planning. When you need to organise yourself to a certain village for a certain day, it's a non trivial logistical project that took me almost half a day to figure out. It's also a combination of buses, vans, boats, their impossible schedule and your strong will that is needed to plan hiking the Torres del Paine national park.