Trip Start Jan 31, 1996
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Ellen and I are spending four days on a boat travelling up the coast of Chile, through fjords, bays, channels and open sea. They call the boat a ferry, but that's just a pretty word to describe what it really is, a freighter. A thousand kilometres into our fifteen hundred kilometre journey we travel up an inland channel to a small port town. There's a change of boats
Cow smells aside, I've never been more relaxed. Hour after hour, day after day, it's one snow peaked mountain after the other. At Iguazu Falls I was mesmerized in a different way. There it was fear that kept my eyes glued to the spectacle. Here the fascination is wonder, at the seemingly endless wall of jagged mountain.
Suddenly I hear shouting. My trance is broken. A group of dolphins are playing tag with the bow. The dolphins quickly lose interest and I'm glad. The people are quiet again and I have my mountains back.