Before we crossed the Magellan Straits, we stopped to examine the wrecks of an old British tea clipper (too much effort and money to restore) and a more recent Chilean victim.
Roadside estancias, garages and warehouses lie empty as very spooky testament to the trade which existed here at one time.
We took the ferry south across the Straits, someone saw a dolphin, and I spied some lovely graffiti art on the far shore.
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