With a pen I write this

The journey have gone to plan, from the point of unidentified quest to literal translation of desire, with Jorge deciding to lead to way to Santiago, I was happy to follow yet again. We jumped into a waiting inflatable dockside, and sped off to the straits of Magellenes. Five minutes in to the journey, Jorge pulled from his black ruksack a bottle of Pisco, a traditional drink of the nation. "Pisco runs through the veins of chilenos, as the burro said " Pisco, Pisco, Pisco" " said Jorge. I was keen to taste this spirit, with the selfish desired to warm my inners.

Pisco is certainly an acquired taste, firey to the belly and face, Nelson the captain of the inflatable joined us with the Pisco indulgence. Nelson explained through Jorge, that he knew Chile when Pinchoet was leader. "I meet Pinchoet in 1981, when he went out to meet the people, the Region XI "La Ultima Esperanza" was wild that day, "Chi-Chi-Chi-Le-Le-Le Chi-Le Chi-Le Chi-Le" was the chant everywhere, like fans of the football we chanted." Said Nelson.

Still on Course and 2 Hours in to the journey, it turned out that Nelson had quite the right name for a Captain, being named after Admiral Horatio Nelson, I mused whether it was destiny or planning that had led Nelson, to be first a Sailor in the Chilean Navy and then a Captain of his own Boat. Nelson said "when it was obvious that I couldn't make captain in the Navy, I left bought myself a boat and made myself captain. " And that he was "captain", he knew the channel better than the charter, it was his life.

Still 4 hours to reach Jorge smallholding and feeling the affect of the Pisco, I decided to sleep, resting on the rubber side I drifted off.
posted by Billy T Santiago