Yacht
Club Micalvi, south side of the World. Puerto Williams
Five
o’clock perfect arrival off Puerto Williams, fourteen thousand nautical miles on
the log. Chilean Armada Navy base,
aerials and watch towers, a pair of PSG ships parked side by side on the Navy
Pier. The cruise ship anchorage bouys both empty. Sail yacht Hollinsclough came
to alongside Navy patrol vessel PS16. Took breath and called for permission to
the channel of the yacht club. An old munitions ship lay in the mud, its name
Micalvi. Tied alongside, a rusting 1920 timber frame for a new home hosting a
dozen yachts.
The
Micalvi yacht club bar opens at nine, fifty four south for south of the World travellers to
meet and great. Austrians, French, Dutch, Chilean and three Falkland school
teachers, Cathy, Jane and Pamela.
Sunday
service at the Navy church, officers in best royal blue, diesel will have to
wait to Monday morning but ice cream, fresh bread and pizza in a shop at the
plaza. Astonishingly warm with grey mountains snow capped in the
distance.
54.56.10S
67.37.10W
