Woke up, had breakfast, packed my things, said goodbye to people and left the boat. On the ground, after walking down, I met the Communist Tour Leader, the guy who kept people in check, handing
Woke up, had breakfast, packed my things, said goodbye to people and left the boat. On the ground, after walking down, I met the Communist Tour Leader, the guy who kept people in check, handing out Communist flags etc. He asked if I would end up in China, and I said “no, but I’m going to Taiwan!”. Which felt good. Although he started praising the nature of Taiwan etc, thinking that it was his province. But knowing inside that it isn’t. Purely since most Taiwanese people prefer to speak what they feel like, without going to jail. Since they don’t like imprisoning their ethnic minorities. Since they are simply good enough people, such as you and me. And unlike Xi Jinping.
Here’s a very weird picture of the lovely Spanish couple. But they were joking a lot. Fight-joking. So this is probably some of that. What you see here, is how extremely happy they were by entering land!
All three of us went to use free Internet inside the port building. Then I went to use coffee-paid Internet with Simon and Peter. The whole ferry entered into that cafe, by chance. It was like being back on the boat. And then my old friend Claudia showed up, which was very nice!
She took care of me for the rest of the day, as if I was a sea-crab who had forgotten about life on land. Here I’m posting some post cards! If you haven’t got any, then don’t worry. I don’t think a single of them survived :p
We had lunch for example. What you see in the picture above is fried eggplant. It was delicious! Despite the lack of vividly delicious details.
Then I got a hostel, and then started looking for bus tickets to Santiago, Chile. As I understood it, it was best to go to Punta Arenas in order to get straight tickets to Santiago, since the buses leave from there, as they’re in the same country. Despite going back through Argentina though, since Chile itself simply doesn’t have roads connecting north with south because of all mountains and fjords. It’s Norway Extreme. Just like Norwegians save time to go through Stockholm when going from Oslo to Narvik. Chile is a large country:
Going from the south to the north is like going from Gibraltar to Nordkap. Although I’m going to Santiago, so it’s “only” to Southern Norway. Anyway, I got a bus ticket to Punta Arenas to try it out.
And then it was drinking with the boat crew! I don’t know why I looked forward to this so much, hanging out with the people that I’d spent 9 days with. But somehow, it just had to happen! Untz, untz, untz.
And it was great for the sea-sick among us to get to drink a bit for once. Like Paula, the glove-queen, who could finally drink on my note. I can assure you that it cost very far from 140 USD, so it was a good deal!
Then I went to sleep, which was lovzzz zzz z…