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The Glacier Ride
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Alec, our guide, with two of our three baquianos - Jose & Chechin. |
We loaded the van quietly and almost solemnly the next morning and began the bumpy journey back to Punta Arenas, it seemed to take forever, and the roads seemed to be in an even worse condition that they had 10 days earlier. It was hot in the van and the windows had to remain shut because of the dust which rose in a cloud around us and heralded an oncoming vehicle long before it came into sight. That evening we made our plans to meet up again and sealed our promise in pisco sour, the national drink - at best it tastes like molten iced lemon meringue, at worst like strong lemon squash. These were the best to be had in Chile.
As I walked back to the hotel that evening I passed the statue of Captain Ferdinand Magellan and the Fuegan Indian in the town square. The story is that if you rub the Indian's big toe you will return. Which is why that evening in February I was found to be clinging to the big toe of a bronze statue in a town that is literally at the end of the world. |
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