The ferry taking us to Puerto Montt is a monstrous beast that can swallow whole semi-trucks through its gaping maw. They sit there, down in the hold, along with big containers, passenger cars, machinery, goods of all kinds, and (strapped to the wall on one side) our precious bicycles.
This ferry is a very spartan one for passengers. It is utilitarian. The cabins are small. Cramped small. Clammy. Claustropobic small. Food is poor. Light is poor. I have one roommate in a cabin with two bunkbeds. I can’t imagine how it would have worked if the other two bunks were occupied. Only one person at a time can fit in the aisle between beds. There is a tiny bathroom in one corner. We paid extra for this convenience. There are only 76 passengers onboard a vessel that holds 320. Also 44 crew members.
My roommate is a retired bank manager from Germany. He has that kind of physique that could be referred to as hulking. Maybe lumbering would more kind. About 6’3″ or so. A little too top-heavy. Like his body can only bend one part at a time. Getting into the lower bunk requires great patience as well as a plethora of grunts and groans. The betting odds partway through the process are less than 50-50. Sometimes he hits his head on the upper. He also mumbles to himself on a regular basis.
Getting into the upper bunk? I wouldn’t want to be there for that one.
He is here in Chile and Argentina to photograph steam locomotives. He’s traveled all over the world doing just that. He showed me a slide show of a book he has published of steam powered trains in Turkey. It is beautifully done. I have no great interest in the topic. One can always appreciate anything that is really well done.
It would have helped if the weather had not been so damp, foggy and oppressive. It is typical of what this coastal climate gives you. We did have one glorious afternoon with some sunshine, lower breezes and temps that allowed one layer to be shed. The seas calmed. We tromped out on the upper deck. We saw porpoises, whales, and various seabirds that I hesitate to mis-identify. Fresh air is so good for the soul. My cabin is not.
Since the open ocean portion of our voyage was relatively smooth sailing, our captain took advantage and spent more time there. It meant we would make better time and arrive early. It also meant we would miss seeing some of the highlights of the trip located along the inland passages. We missed seeing a ship that grounded on top of an earlier shipwreck in one of the main channels. Also an indigenous village of 120 residents that can only be reached by boat. Spending more time in the small channels also would have afforded us much closer views of the mountains, islands and fiords. Such is life.
We have over 80K to bike on Saturday once we get off the ship. We can’t leave until they can unload the cargo. Landing early will allow them to do just that and us to start pedaling sooner. We should reach Ensenada at a reasonable time. The open sea decision was not all bad.
15 thoughts on “The Ferry Evangelistas”
i can feel the humidity!! great entry buck. glad you are again amongst the lucid!!👍👍
Thanks Bill. We all are more than ready to get on the bikes again.
Absolutely LOVED your third paragraph! Tell it like it is….is my mantra. I’m sorry your trip is almost over . . .I’ll miss your communications. There have been a couple of changes back here in the US. . . hope you can avoid complications!😜
Thanks Karen. There is no panic down here. It will be unnerving to be back in the crazy world.
You make us laugh! Hello and hugs to you! J.O.G
Hello the Wrights! Thanks for checking in. Only two more days of biking and then we start the process of coming home. Saw John Anderson today – had dinner. He’s going to motorcycle the Carretera Austral.
Thanks for all your blogs. I learn more about places I have never seen from your bike trip blogs than any other source since7th grade geography. I usually try to follow your route on Google Earth. Travel well.
Good writing Buck. I think you have gift! Look forward talking to you about the trip. Congrats to your biking mates for sharing this adventure…
Hey Tony, are you two in PM? Just one more cucling day and the bikes can go in boxes for the flights home. Hope to see you soon.
Your pictures add so much to the tale! You have a gift, Buck, for describing us humble folk. Oh, you made me laugh! Have plotted out the last of your journey, so sending good wishes for those last k’s~
You could be fishing as you troll along!
Yes. What the hell was I thinking!
Home Stretch! Congratulations on a great trip. I want to hear the highs and lows. Looking forward to seeing you soon. When do you arrive home?
Barring complications coming through Canada, we should be home on the 21st.