Once we embarked, we were presented some prohibitions: we couldn’t get the luggage with us, it had to remain in the lower deck. That rule was imposed to avoid the people getting drunk and having or producing accidents. That rule (along with the lack of foreigners) also defined that trip as a non-touristic travel.
Anyway, they opened the deck and we could get some stuff. With that stuff, inevitably, there were some beers. Well, we drank, but in the privacy of our cabin. My ‘cabinmate’ was Juan.
It was curious that the price difference between a cabin and a seat was very tiny (4 dollars). In some cases, there was an explanation: it’s a company that pays the ticket for its employee. But the difference in comfort was huge. And the travel lasted almost thirty hours… miserly companies. Fortunately, there was a power plug in the room, so I could use the computer.
There were two more foreigners on the ship: Jeremy [au] and Melissa [au]. I would get to know them the next days.
Quellón – Melinka, Raúl Marín, Balmaceda, Santo Domingo, Melimoyu, Toto Island, Pt. Cisnes, Amparo, Pt. Gaviota and Pt. Aguirre – disembarkation at Pt. Chacabuco.
(italics for those that I remember seeing -not in dreams but awake and outside my cabin)
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