Surrounded by sun...
No, wait, it´s now cloudy... Wait, it´s sunny again; now raining; now snowing; now sunny; now snowing- But wait, how could it be snowing with such greenery around me. Oh, I get it, over in the distance, there´s a bunch of snow. But, but, but, why in the foreground, and where I´m standing, is it so green? Oh, good, here´s the sun again... Man, is it windy... WOW it´s windy, and incredibly cold... boy is it cold, and windy, and rainy... oh, here comes the sun- well, there went the sun. Ouch, this wind carries with it a brisk chill unfelt anywhere I´ve been..
So, this is how it feels to be so far south. I can´t imagine being a navigator back in the 1500´s. After a journey lasting longer then my rations, I´d see land. Excited, I´d attempt to navigate the hazardous waters -and they are hazardous- to shore. When I finally did manage to secure a safe landing, I´d run -actually, more like crawl from lack of nourishment- in search of food and water. Fresh water! I found it; and it´s so refreshing. But wait, where´s the abundance of food, women, and fortune I´d been told of? It´s nowhere to be seen, or eaten. I am so hungry. Since being on this voyage, I´ve lost at least 40 pounds or, a little over 2.5 stones. I must find nourishment. I must! But where? Where is the nectar of Heaven that had been promised to me. Oh why, why have I been forsaken!!!
Paul and I toured a place called Fuerte Bulnes (Fort Bulnes). Built in the late 1800´s to secure the Straight of Magellan. The fort is named after the overzealous president, who believed the passage should be protected from anyone not authorized to travel it´s waters. (I´ve taken several pictures of the fort that I will have to wait until Buenos Aires to post. But, let´s just say that being assigned to the area would have been punishment!)
I didn´t find the fort particularly interesting, but as one walked past it´s wooden walls, you had access to the ocean- a wild and untamed beast, that danced a fierce and forceful dance with the wind. In the distance, once taking your eye from the wild sea, you were gifted with a sight recreated nowhere else on earth, the end of the Americas- Some 20 miles in the distance was the last remaining continuous (that is, until they built the Panama Canal) piece of land of the American continents. Seeing the sight was a bit surreal. Here, before me, was the tip of America, the so called end of our Continents. There were several islands that strained their land in an attempt to connect with America. Though, as high as their peaks may have risen -and the land stretched- they were not the Continent. The look and end of the American continents was something that seemed intent not to end in a fizzle. Instead of gradually roaming it´s fingers into the sea, it stood there like a beast ready to devour it´s prey. High as a mountain worthy of scaling, the land allowed only the slightest of water to kiss it´s side, as if to say ¨I shall not let you treat my tip like a beach where beast shall make rest. I am the tip of a massive set of Continents, and as such, I should be respected¨.
So, this is how it feels to be so far south. I can´t imagine being a navigator back in the 1500´s. After a journey lasting longer then my rations, I´d see land. Excited, I´d attempt to navigate the hazardous waters -and they are hazardous- to shore. When I finally did manage to secure a safe landing, I´d run -actually, more like crawl from lack of nourishment- in search of food and water. Fresh water! I found it; and it´s so refreshing. But wait, where´s the abundance of food, women, and fortune I´d been told of? It´s nowhere to be seen, or eaten. I am so hungry. Since being on this voyage, I´ve lost at least 40 pounds or, a little over 2.5 stones. I must find nourishment. I must! But where? Where is the nectar of Heaven that had been promised to me. Oh why, why have I been forsaken!!!
Paul and I toured a place called Fuerte Bulnes (Fort Bulnes). Built in the late 1800´s to secure the Straight of Magellan. The fort is named after the overzealous president, who believed the passage should be protected from anyone not authorized to travel it´s waters. (I´ve taken several pictures of the fort that I will have to wait until Buenos Aires to post. But, let´s just say that being assigned to the area would have been punishment!)
I didn´t find the fort particularly interesting, but as one walked past it´s wooden walls, you had access to the ocean- a wild and untamed beast, that danced a fierce and forceful dance with the wind. In the distance, once taking your eye from the wild sea, you were gifted with a sight recreated nowhere else on earth, the end of the Americas- Some 20 miles in the distance was the last remaining continuous (that is, until they built the Panama Canal) piece of land of the American continents. Seeing the sight was a bit surreal. Here, before me, was the tip of America, the so called end of our Continents. There were several islands that strained their land in an attempt to connect with America. Though, as high as their peaks may have risen -and the land stretched- they were not the Continent. The look and end of the American continents was something that seemed intent not to end in a fizzle. Instead of gradually roaming it´s fingers into the sea, it stood there like a beast ready to devour it´s prey. High as a mountain worthy of scaling, the land allowed only the slightest of water to kiss it´s side, as if to say ¨I shall not let you treat my tip like a beach where beast shall make rest. I am the tip of a massive set of Continents, and as such, I should be respected¨.
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