On a peninsula of sand between two our bodies of salt water surrounded by farmland.
We waved, they appeared younger sufficient they ought to not be allowed out on their very own however that’s discuss with on of my superior years. Layne thought they had been French as she received undressed within the contemporary air. I believed they had been German as they’re so pale and blond. We knew they had been European as they sat primly at a correctly set desk for breakfast as solely European campers do. (All stereotypes apply on the highway. Individuals are loud and brash and converse solely English after all).
GANNET2 within the wild.
Extra strolling please.
The rental campers loved some solar.
A few Chilean households tenting collectively up the seashore meant we weren’t fully alone. They’re fearless in terms of icy water.
Stunning however chilly.
A neighborhood man exchanged good mornings with me and strode off down the seashore.
Rusty checking the dried seaweed.
I noticed a pod of dolphins searching breakfast.
No prickles no mosquitoes few flies and a excessive close to 70. Not dangerous huh?
Time to get my guide out. A Daniel Alarcón novel set in Peru, “Misplaced Metropolis Radio” which I’m alternating with Webb Chile’s “Fifth Circle” passage notes from a circumnavigation in 2008. Joyful days.
Joyful days for us too. I hope and belief anarchy at house isn’t affecting you.
And in case you’ve made it this far right here’s a photograph from Layne exhibiting the memento she purchased in Ancud I discussed beforehand. We ended up with the one flat on the desk after going backwards and forwards between the 2 spherical footage made with woolen thread.
