Taking any available possibility to leave the captain´s madness, the passengers put up with daft red life-jackets to visit Puerto Eden, home to the last 8 remaining Kaweskar Indians.
The Kaweskar have been reduced from roaming Patagonia to peddling cheap tat to anyone in a red jacket. I suspect that not even Del boy Trotter could help them.
Another mountain.
And not much else. The ferry visits weekly and is the only regular contact with the outside world. The nearest town is 300 miles away by boat. You can´t help wandering whether the inhabitants get free shipping from Amazon.
