|Yacht Club Micalvi, Puerto Williams
And that's where we are now. Back on Galactic in Puerto Williams with our 200 (?) kilos of food and baggage after five weeks away and 90 hours of travel, door to door, to get back.
|He'd never seen snow before...and spring breakup
was a revelation, too
We slept one night on the redeye to Santiago, one night in the hotel in Punta Arenas, and two nights on the ferry to Puerto Williams.
|Being able to cook in the hotel was crucial. Thanks for the tip, Anasazai Girl
|The ferry was great, though the trays didn't make the comparisons
with prison food any less obvious
|Bedtime story on the ferry Yaghan
|The 200(?) kilos of stuff, on arrival in Puerto Williams. No idea how we'll
get it all to the boat, and there are no taxis in town. If you can't just grin
and wait to see what happens in a situation like that, you're a tourist and not a traveler
|The Yaghan unloads in Puerto Williams
And, a closing note on how great it is to be back on Galactic, particularly in this place. In addition to being home again, we're back amongst our tribe. We don't have to explain anything to anyone here about the hows and whys of the way we live. They just get it, because they're doing it themselves. And, as is the case with the best sort of yachtie, the other sailors here all seem to have big stupid grins plastered on their faces.
How could you not?