NOTE: We're now in Lima, Peru, and I'll post a blog soon about why we didn't spend more time in Chile. But I'm still finishing our blogs from the cruise, so remember to check backwards chronologically for any posts you may have missed.
18
February 2020
We had
two “sea days” as we sailed through the inland waterway made up of fjords,
bays, and natural channels on the lacy west coast of southern Chile. It has been gorgeous, even with the moody
weather, and the Tempanos Glacier deserves a blog to itself.
Today,
we had a full workday in Puerto Chacabuco, from 8 AM to 5 PM.
Richard
and I had no plans, and originally thought we’d just wander a bit in this tiny
fishing village in the fjord network.
See what happened. Hang out. Our usual way of approaching a new location.
But in
Ushuaia, when I had to pay a bill so I used the wifi at the terminal building,
I found an email from a friend. Who was
heading out on a cruise, from Santiago to Buenos Aires, and she saw that we’d
both be in Puerto Chacabuco!
So of
course, that became my new plan. We had
a few emails back and forth, and settled on meeting in the terminal building
when her ship came in late morning.
We rode
the tenders (the ship’s lifeboats – called botes salvavidas in Spanish –
literally lifesaving boats!) and looked around the terminal. Richard set up his computer, and I walked to
the ATM to get Chilean pesos for us.
There wasn’t much to Puerto Chacabuco – a few small shops, an artisans’
market for the tourists, a collection of homes, and a fishing fleet because
this is a salmon fishing village. Not
even a bank, just an ATM.
I went
back to our terminal and saw that her ship had arrived, and the tenders were
starting to make their way to the shore.
I waited a while, but she didn’t show up. It took about half an hour for me to realize
that all of the tenders coming to our terminal were from OUR ship, not the
other ship! I asked the lady at the info
desk if there was another terminal, that I was waiting for a friend from the
other cruise ship (crucero in Spanish).
She
explained, in English, that they were going to the state port, down the
road. That they had security, and I
wouldn’t be able to get into the port.
But that maybe I could find my friends that way. Or I could go to the craft market, and catch
one of the light blue shuttle buses that were being used to transport the
passengers of that cruise ship around town.
I
thanked her and headed off. Reached the
guard house and gate of the other port and terminal. Tried to explain in my not great Spanish that
my friends were on the other cruise ship, we were meeting, I came from the
other terminal from my ship, and how can I find my friends. They didn’t have any way to call the terminal
to make an announcement, and they also couldn’t allow me to come into this port
area. They agreed I could wait at the
gate in case my friends came. I found
two tourists from that ship who walked to the gate, and they said they’d make
an announcement in case my friends were waiting there. I gave it another half hour, thanked the
guards for their help, and headed back toward our terminal.
On a
whim, I thought maybe I should look around that artisans’ market, just to be
sure. And of course, there they were,
wandering around the front, looking for me in the crowd of people from two
cruise ships!
They had
a tour scheduled, but we had about two hours so we had a cup of tea and talked
and shared adventures. They had been at
the Rapa Nui Tapati festival, the yearly event of traditional cultural games
like young men racing down steep hills sitting on banana tree trunks. Or sailing out to sea on a boat, and swimming
back. Relay races carrying 44 to 55 lbs
(20 to 25 kilos) of bananas on your back.
(The women use the lighter load, only 44 lbs or 20 kilo. Lighter.
Yeah.) And of course they loved
our boating adventure in Punta Arenas.
It was
great! How often do you meet someone you
know in the middle of the Chilean fjords?
In Chilean Patagonia?
They
eventually left for their tour, and I wandered back to our ship for lunch with
Richard. And spent the afternoon on our
balcony, watching the changing light on the snow-capped mountains and the
crystal blue water of Chacabuco’s fjord.
It might
be a teeny weeny itsy bitsy little town, with not much action. But this fishing town is in one of those heart-stopping
breath-taking gorgeous locations straight out of a postcard. Narrow waterways full of deep blue
water. Undulating hills covered in green
green trees and lush vegetation. Stately
rocky mountains topped with snow and glaciers towering in the background. And cascading waterfalls thundering down the
sides of the hills and mountains, icy white cold curtains of liquid lace
falling into the wine dark water of the fjords.
This
place is more than pretty scenery. This
landscape is the kind of place that makes geologists and scientists take notice
and wonder how it came to be. It makes
the poets and musicians sing, the artists itch for the paintbrush and
canvas. It makes the religious and
irreligious alike more reverent.
This
kind of landscape makes the human soul soar with delight in our world’s beauty.
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