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.

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