On the SS Maganelles – somewhere between Puerto Montt and Puerto Natales in southern Chile…
Ben do you mind – I´ve pulled.
Where did she go?
Jan 212004
Jan 212004
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.
Jan 202004
The AAA cafeteria. No mixing with the hoi polloi in other classes.
It didn´t matter – later in the day the captain sailed us into the Pacific Ocean and 20m waves. I was fortunate to be one of the few not to throw up dinner. The ship ran out of carrier bags for people to be sick in, so most people cut out the middle man and threw up straight over the side.
The remains of the last ferry, deliberately run aground by the captain after too many people complained about the waves. We weren`t told if any of the passengers were rescued. Now used as a lighthouse:
