Puerto Montt, now we are far from the quiet rios of valdivia, the port, overlooked by volcanos, facing the ocean and the close Chiloé island. Fishing boats are packed in the Tenglo canal, we make our shopping at Angelmo, a turistic place where the people of Chiloé sell their vegetables. We will attend the “Fiesta Patria”, with cavalcade, dances, children and parents in traditional dress, fairstands, we will take the opportunity to be in the Club de Yates Reloncavi to haul out and paint our Skoiern before sailing to Chiloé.
Just a little tour to Argentina, by bus, to renew our visas ( we are now since 6 months in Chile), then we croos the Andes for Bariloche, the “Argentin Swiss”, and make provisions of chocolate, books, kisses to the Saint Bernard and wonderfull sceneries.
Mechuque, outpost of Chiloé, where wooden boat are still built in cypres, caulked with alerce bark, where the house are on piles, the palafitos we will meet again in Castro, where the sheeps wander in the streets, and where swans, cormorans, steamer ducks surround us.
Quemchi, home of Francisco coloane, with his museum, its fishermen changed in artists. Castro, the colorfull, its splendid wooden church, then Quellon, far in the south, where a huge fishing fleet take shelter.
We go on South, the weather is fine to cross the Bocas del Guafo, the volcanos follow us, we arrive in the Chonos islands, last archipelago before the Gulf of Penas and the Patagonian channels. There is nothing left of the Chonos, they have disappeared a long time ago, swallowed by history, without leaving any track.
