|Hac hac, hac hac. Franco has been suffering, along with several other yachtsmen, from a hacking cough. We sought out the small Health Centre but unfortunately this was the week it moved to new premises and no services were available. |
Straight from the 'if it doesn't kill you, it makes you strong' Nietzsche school of thought, we set off instead to climb the large hill at the back of Williams, the Cerro Bandera.
Franco, looking healthy despite the pneumonia
Ten days later, Franco was still coughing, not constantly but in long painful fits. A raking sound that cannot be ignored, it sounded BAD. At last the new health centre opened and Franco bunked off Spanish to get there before lunchtime. The doctor diagnosed pneumonia and sent him to the Naval Hospital for x-rays.
The physician assured Franco that he would respond well to the treatment and that he was more likely to die at the hands of his crew, exhausted from being woken up every four hours.
Williams from Cerro Bandera
Looking east: Tierra del Fuego from Cerro Bandera
Looking west: The Beagle Channel from Cerro Bandera