The gray fox that knew how to beg
We got up early, took our bags out, and rode the vans out past the narrow bridge, and picked up our bus. After a bit, we got out and headed across the landscape on a path roughly following the boundary of the Park. I took no pictures at this point, because my camera was in my back-pack, and although we had a number of good views of guanaco, I didn’t unpack it. The weather looked kind of threatening, too, and before long it was raining. I tried valiantly to walk along without pulling my rain gear out of my pack, but the rain got heavier and heavier.
The upshot is that the only pictures I took outdoors this day were of a very tame fox that was waiting at the place where the bus picked us up after our walk. We didn’t just get on the bus, mind you: in a situation like this, there was always a spread of snacks and drinks to fortify us for the ride ahead or to reward us for the strenuous walk we’d just taken. So there was food there, and though the fox didn’t mug like a dog, people did throw pieces of bread to her, and she seemed properly grateful, and certainly was plenty tame enough for us to get within 20 feet or so of her. I took more pictures than would seem reasonable, all of them about of the quality you see here, but none any more memorable. So that was that for outdoor pictures this day.
The bus took us eventually to a nice hotel in Punta Arenas that had
originally been the town-house of a wealthy Puntarenian. Our room
was adequate, but we heard that some people had rooms that were tiny
or otherwise unsatisfactory. As soon as we could, and a good while before
other people got downstairs, Mark and I were in the bar for our
evening Pisco Sours. (Left image,
right.)
The farewell dinner that we sat down to was superb, in fact the crab alone made the meal memorable. In addition, we had lots of fun and lots of laughs, with gifts and “diplomas” being handed out to everyone. I took an amazing number of pictures, which mostly came out very disappointing, because I wasn’t used to the flash on my fancy new camera. But I’ve rescued a fraction of these, which I’ve put on two separate pages to make the loading not take too long. I’ve unimaginatively called them “Dinner Photos, Part A” and “Dinner Photos, Part B”, and left off all explanation: if you were there, you recall what was happening at the time of each snap, and if you weren’t there, you probably won’t be interested in these pictures.
Previous day’s pictures: first half;
second half.
Dinner pictures: Part A;
Part B.
Pictures from the last day.
Return to the main Chile page; to my home page.