Waiting for my bus, I spent half the day in Puenta Arenas in one of the most ugly tourist places imaginable / even though the sun was shining tantalizingly but I didn´t trust wind and coldth, having developed a sore throat and ear pain / I have spent decidedly too much time in Chile´s (ugly) cities: The weather killed the idea of pushing further south until further notice.
The bus ride to Puenta Natales was remarkable for the fact how taken the bus guy was with my height, an American couple from DC but working in Africa who kept calling themselves "freethinkers," and the choice of music (Mr Vain (is that how it´s written?), Barbie Girl..)
The view out of the window towards the Torres is beautiful: Rain washes out a part of the sky like an aquarell painting. Why is it that you always think of the mimesis, the enactment first, even when the real thing is in front of you? Windswept, darkgreen trees are dotting the yellow land and remind me of the tousled penguins on Isla Magdalena, near Puenta Arenas. Hundreds of these funny creatures congregate at this time of year to "mate and breed" - which looks like some post-alcoholic party gathering, with fighting, lots of noise and LOTS of staring dumbly in front of one´s beak. It is remarkable how much the Disney guys (or was it Pixar?) nailed the common penguin´s quirks and looks, way of walking and bragging..
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