Three and a half days on a boat can provide for interesting social experiments. The closed social atmosphere of a boat is a catalyst for rumors and weird behaviors.
I have just landed my rubbery legs after a sea voyage out of Patagonia on a Navimag ferry. The ferry crawled and creeped through the channels and fjords of Chilean Patagonia and found a majestic yawl during our twelve hours on the open sea (although I am sure some of the passengers would find fault with the world ‘majestic’ as they stared into the toilet with a heavy head and a turbulent tummy).
All in all, it was a good trip…we saw dolphins, whales, a seal, a glacier, a rainbow that touched both ends of our ship, and to top it off, the entire crew of the boat believed that one of the passengers, a young woman from London, was really a man. This, in fact, became the main theme of the voyage as speculation grew into hysteria. Unfortunately, the mystery will remain unsolved as no one was game enough to test out the theory.
The boat was full of Germans and Swiss, and thus, beer was on the menu. In fact, this is almost all we did; drink, talk about the supposed transvestite, try to understand the crazy old Japanese guy who danced all over the ship and took pictures of everyone while muttering nonsensical Spanglish, and, of course, every good ship voyage ends with a healthy night of Bingo to finish off the voyage. Can’t beat that, right?
So now the rides over, the horizon has stopped swaying, I've started eating real food agian and I think my body has finally passed all the alcohol through it. Maybe it's time to hike up the volcano that stands shimmering across the lake from where i am staying in Puerto Varas, Chile.
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