The penguins bustle about, commuting from the beach to their dens
inland. They have defined paths that they waddle upon, back and forth.
I spent several rapturous hours strolling about and watching them.
Back at the van, Christian had a surprise. A freshly made pisco sour. I
have become quite fond of this country...
It never seems to get dark here. The sun sets at around 11:30.