Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink.
February 21st 2012 This blog is dedicated to the ´'Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner´´ by Samuel Coleridge.
So, Punta Arenas. cold and grey. could do with a good lick of paint of you ask me. the hostel (Estancia) is lovely and just like and old saloon bar from the wild west. Rickety floors, that rustic paint look and an old stove that is something to behold. The owner, Alessandro is a lovley host and full of exce
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