Igloo Camping.

Monday 17th
Woke up in an igloo! 2:30am and the wind has picked up again, howling and lifting the end of the tent. Zip has frozen shut and the whole tent that was covered in condensation last night has frozen into a crust of ice. It´s cold, and I don´t want to think about cycling.

9:00am - same wind. "Only" 65kms to go, but at least it´s too warm for ice. Just good old rain now and I know it´s another fun packed day.

1pm - same wind. "Only" 45kms to go. 4 hours - 20kms. Disaster. My saviour was in the form of an old steel shack on the shore, where 3 fishermen took pity on me and fed me at least half a sheep of hot mutton and a gallon of sugary tea. Fine dining in my condition and much appreciated. Huan, Marciello, Manuel I am ever grateful. These guys and many others fish by hand using an old plastic pipe suspended from a wooden boat with a compressor supplying air. Huan fished for mussels up to 50m below in a wetsuit and flippers. 2 guys for 3 days in a 5 by 7 foot shack. Crazy!

Met Michell and Virginie, a couple of French cyclists coming the other way and managed to procure some Chilean Pesos in exchange for Argentinian. At least I can afford the boat should there be a problem getting cash in Porvenir.

Dried out at the wood stove and with my boiler stoked again, the rain cleared and onwards to Porvenir, thinking how different jobs can be.