Cruising northward in the Chilean fjords, our weather has been less than optimal. Much of the time, our windows looked out on dark, mist-shrouded landscapes under heavy skies and drizzling rain. It was plenty beautiful, still; we can only imagine how fabulous it would appear on the occasional clear day!
Puerto Chacabuco is the smallest port we stopped at. We took a little walk through the tiny village, bought a few necessities in a similarly tiny storefront, inhaled deeply while standing downwind of the fishmeal factory, and decided to get ourselves out of the rain and back on the ship. It was, nevertheless, a lovely area, with all the feel of a spot of questionable civilization only just wrested from the raw wilderness.