Me at the end of the world. The wind is relentless down here, I had to be careful with that little strap on my backpack, (the one at my chest), it would get cought in the wind and whip me in the face. Brutal wind, it never stopped.
Pinguinos! They would pull the boat right up the the shore and sit there for a while for you to take photos. It was a little frustraiting that they would not let you off onto the beach. You had to take a seperate tour just for that, but it was expensive and thats all you would get to do, get off and walk with the pinguinos. You did not get to do or see anything else, so, I opted for this tour and it was pretty good.
Lazy blobs.
Ok this was nuts, on our way back we were going into the wind and the waves were huge. I have never seen anything quite like it. Our boat was pretty big, 180 passenger catamaran two stories high. Anyway the ride back was over two hours long and during that ride we saw nothing but the above, not for one second could we see through any of the windows. It was like being in a submarine! The water was breaking over the boat and just pounding us. It never let up. I cant belive that the windows didnt cave in. (they would come down every few minutes and check to see if the windows were still there, it was crazy) I would say that seven out of ten passengers puked there guts out. It was so amazing. And all the while they had this cheery spanish guitar music playing, it was so funny. It was such a contrast to what was going on, to be going down to a watery grave listening to such music was so strange, I laughed out loud to it. Good times.
I mean look at those windows the waves were nuts! Not once, in two or three hours, did I get a glimps out of them. It was so wild!
Our boat, or I should say submarine...
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