I Survived the Golfo de Penas

Well oh well,

I just stepped off barco Evangelistas after a 4 day ride on the passenger ferry and am now in the stink-of-the-sea town of Puerto Montt, Chile. It was quite a time eating, sleeping, drinking, sight-seeing and sharing travel experiences with all the other South American travelers, mostly Brits, Swiss and Kiwis. And the time resting, reading three year old Time magazines, ironically learning how to properly play Texas Hold Em from Europeans, talking Bill Hicks with his loyal British fan base was definitely well appreciated after trekking and camping in Torres del Paine National Park in southern Patagonia (another story).

The boat trip was surprisingly calm and other than the third day the skies were usually clear enough to check out the massive islands and fjords that comprise most of the southern 1/3rd of Chile. The second to the last night was supposed to be the rough one, the time when we entered Golfo de Penas. Most people downed Dramamine so they wouldn`t have to down Penas prior to bedtime but I thought I could survive it drug-free. And actually sleeping wasn`t all that bad, it was like having an adult size automatic rocking cradle in every bed as the ship swayed port-starboard all night. So the Penas was rather soft, not unrelentingly hard as most people had assumed it to be. The next morning the women were quite surprised of the lack of Penas they experienced the night before, as the men were happy with its absence as well.

Well enough Penas jokes for now, I`ll submit a blog later with pictures etc once I get settled on land and recover from the lackluster Penas experience.