We arrived in Puerto Williams at about 7am and it was cold, but i guess thats to be expected when your closer to Antartica than about 99.999 % of the worlds population. It was still dark when we arrived but luckily the reservation I made earlier with the Hostal paid off and we were greeted in the ferry by Pedro our Hostal owner. He guided us up the treachorously icy streets to the cosy Hostal for breakfast. After breakkie we wandered around the streets of Puerto Williams until an ice storm hit. We walked through the ice storm, much to the amusement of the locals who drove slowly next to us waving and laughing at the no doubt uncommon sight of a gringo in these parts. When we got back to the hostal, we fired up the fire put on some tunes played some chess and drank some whiskey until the ice storm passed. Given I only had 2 pairs of pants I had a stroke of genius and decided to lash my sopping wet cords to the hot metal chimney. Someone commented they could smell something burning, but I was too busy concentrating on chess to smell stuff. You guessed it, that burning smell turned out to be my cords. After the ice storm passed we headed back out and explored what turned out to be the Naval Base side of town, check out the cool commando shot of me and Scratcher with the APC.
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