It's a second cloudy day. After a continental breakfast we set sail. There are varying degrees of sailing experience, some of which I'm a little dubious about, but in any case, we all start learning what's on the other end of various coloured ropes.
Some hours later, we arrive in Puerto Toro, a fishing village south of both Ushuaia and Williams. Wolf and Pascale disappear onto a fishing boat. Some thirty minutes later, Pascale emerges with a fisherman who begins butchering crabs and depositing the still fidgeting legs in a bucket.
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| Photo: Frithjof Behne |
If you know the right people, a big bucket of crabs costs something in the region of one bottle of red and a couple of packs of smokes. Two hours later, I'm severely stuffed with delicious crab.
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