| Back in
Puerto Natales I got some needed rest and dinner. The next day I did
some laundry and took a stroll down by the docks. That night, the
weather kept us inside. We were a varied band of guests at the Erratic
Rock Hostel. Some Brits, some Germans, a guy from Japan, a few kiwis, a
couple from Wisconsin... Erratic Rock is an apt term borrowed from geology, an erratic is a rock that differs completely from its surroundings as it has been carried there by a glacier and left behind. As the wind kicked up and intermittent rain lashed against the windows, Arturo, an Argentinean traveler with a guitar, serenaded us all in the kitchen while we made dinner. One of the girls kept a steady supply of Pisco Sours flowing. It was a warm, cozy, happy night. |
| Punta Arenas. A windy, rainy day turned into a sunny, windy and cold day. I had planned to take the ferry across to Porvenir, to see Tierra del Fuego proper and maybe see a few more penguins, but conditions kept all of the boats in the harbor. I poked around town, soaking up my last day in Patagonia. |
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The Cementario Municipal. The ornate graveyard of Punta Arenas.
