In a decision of extreme clarity or extreme numbness, I went to Quellón ready to get into a ship to, for example, Pt. Chacabuco. Don Baldo, as I read in a web page, departs each tuesday at 16h, and goes through the Austral range. But it turned out that they delayed the departure till 22h, something that gave me more time.
***(now, waiting, I do write these words)
I stayed for hours in Quellón, walking by small parks where children share space with drunkies and ‘pasta‘ addicts.
‘Naviera Austral’ delayed two more hours the trip, without giving any excuse: finally, we would sail at midnight. To spend the short while, I spoke with random people. And I ended up having beers and talking with Juan [cl] and Pablo [cl]. Fixing the world, or just complaining.
People were pissed off with the company, though they didn’t react very noisily. We were under the tyranny of a monopoly.
After some time, we embarked with a tiny boat, since ‘Don Baldo’ couldn’t get to the wharf. As the boat moved away from the port, some feelings of excitement and disorientation arose. I was somewhat captivated by the lights twinkling in the black sea, while we were getting closer to the ship.
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