The next day, bright and early, we set off back down the fjord, close to the entrance from the sea:
Into another branch:
There were seals everywhere, doing their early morning fishing:
At the far end are the Termas de Cahuelmó:
These are part of the Parque Pumalín, and there were a pair of young trainee guardaparques, just down from Santiago. The small pools in rock were far too hot, so they blocked off with clumps of earth some of the little channels carrying the water from the spring to allow them to cool down. I haven't got any anonymous photos, so you'll have to imagine it.
The end of the fjord here is very shallow, so the Catiao was anchored quite a long way out. We'd run out of petrol in the tender on the way there, and it took Don Millo a long time to row back to get more. In the meantime, the tide was racing out, so we had quite a trek across the streams and rapidly shrinking inlets to where he could reach us in the tender:
We were meant to be crossing back to the mainland that afternoon, but by now it was too late, and Don Millo had heard on his radio that the sea had got up quite a bit, so we anchored halfway down this little fjord, and most of our party spent the rest of the day at these waterfalls opposite:
I stayed on the boat for a bit of solitude. Instead, the outboard broke down on the way back across (I'd guess from the gunk when they'd run out of fuel), so I had a fine time watching them strip and reassemble and try again and strip and reassemble and try again, while I could see the waving yellow sarong on the other side when they were ready to come back, and could do nothing about it. Eventually the stranded party was rescued and we settled down for dinner and the night.
Meanwhile, Don Millo and Joel set off in the tender, destination unannounced and unknown, and hadn't returned long after the late southern nighfall. Naturally, we assumed the motor had broken again and they were doggedly rowing through the dark. One of the girls and Felipe were worried and tried calling them on the mobile set we assumed - wrongly, natch - they'd taken with them. But again, all was well, and they got back, claiming they'd just been chatting with the guardaparques at the springs, and proceeded to wake everyone who was asleep with very noisy preparations for our pre-dawn start. A comical day all in all.
Shes never interfered with me. I have no complaints about her.
Same here.
Mega ditto.
I met her once and I found her to be a nice lady. Not kookey in any way.
Penta has always been gracious, kind and very sane in all my interactions with her.