Punta Arenas Wednesday

Dear Plotnikkies, there are many photos of the Straits of Magellan to show you, and of the view of the water from the lookout above the city, but, honestly, they are all pretty dark and Plottie cannot get any wireless signal down here so he is using a (SHAME!) PC with a German keyboard and he cannot figure out how to download photos into it.

Use your imaginations: old, cold city at the bottom of South America, peopled by descendants of Yugoslavs, Germans and Chileans. Cold, cold wind, but not even close to what it will be a few months from now.

Great dowtown for those of us who love kind of grimy, well used downtowns with shabby cabbies and the smell of salt and tide.

Not one black fly.

In less than an hour the bus heads north to Puerto Natales and the two day stay in Torres del Paine National Park begins: in by van, out by zodiac boat,

We're well, sleeping like exhausted little puppies. There is whole wheat bread here. All is well.