At the airport in Punta Arenas Roberto made sure we all got our boarding passes before saying good bye to us.
My next seat neighbor on the plane was a man from Santiago coming back from a visit with his son in Puerto Natales. We talked the entire time, he trying out his beginner English, and I torturing him with my Spanish I. We took turns looking out the window when the plane was flying over Torres del Paine, which we both had just visited.
By the end of the day, I was back at Hotel del Patio, Santiago, where I could once again enjoy the sounds of the relentless night life.