"This Don't Taste Like the Singular!"
Glaciers. Penguins. Whales and dolphins. Condors, albatrosses and wild pigs.
Random stray street dogs at port that look as though they just escaped out of the backyard yard of their pampered homes ( they are everywhere in Chile, and they are all beautiful, not a retch amongst them it seems).
Copious amounts of alcohol, sometimes on a beach, a warm mix of hot chocolate and Johnny Walker. Sometimes in the lounge with a Pisco or Calafate Sour. Other times in bed, Walker Black with a book.
Unpredictable weather, rainbows that stretch from end to end. The witness to Terra Forming on our own globe.
The adventure. The peace, the quiet, the distance away from all the bullshit. Well most of it anyways.
These are all reasons, great worthy reasons, to good to pass up reasons to take a cruise through the channels of the southern most part of Patagonia and around Cape Horn.
The food, however, is not.