To the lower reaches
Trip Start Mar 15, 2006
42Trip End May 30, 2007
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Punta Arenas surprised me by how big it actually is, hidden away down here, miles from anywhere. Despite this, there didnīt appear to be a whole lot of exciting things to see with my extra unplanned day, and so I ended up at the cemetary...as you do.
What seemed to be a bit of a bizarre idea turned out to be strangely fascinating. The graves begin with what you may term regular - a small headstone and a few flowers and progress all the way up to little buildings
Am I being a little distasteful here?? Anyway, around the outside of the cemetary - I guess for those with a little less money - are literally hundreds of spaces in the walls. Obviously filled with coffins, then with a mini-shrine at their feet; in places these things are 10 high. I suppose it all makes a lot of sense - very economical with space, but I canīt help feeling a little strange knowing that I am enclosed by walls of the dead.
With this thought in mind I decide to head out and south through town. I am trying to see as much as I can of any place I visit, since I am not likely to be back here in a hurry. But after a fair amount of walking in not-so-stunning scenery, and with the rain and cold southern wind getting heavier and stronger, I am beginning to think enough is enough.
With the combined thoughts that this is probably the closest any member of our family will get to my cousin Tom, currently working in Antartica, and the discovery of a road aptly named Bellavista (Italian for īBeautiful View`). I decide to take this beautiful twist of irony as a sign, and turn.
Thankfully, its time to head north, in search of warmer climes.