27.01.2017 - 14.02.2017
The people here get their news from local radio stations (and the internet, no doubt). There are no newspapers. For one thing, the country here is so sparsely populated that there is a clear shortage of readership, and the roads do not make for a speedy delivery. More importantly, until the carretera was started in the nineteen seventies (under Pinochet), this region could only reached by boat and plane (I will look into trains when I get back home).
It was, in other words, pretty much cut off from the rest of the country and the news reflected that. People felt isolated and the news was always from and about the North, which, as I understand it, was also called “the continent” and started around Puerto Montt, which is where we landed a week ago. The people here still feel more connected with Argentina, including their vocabulary, despite the Andes mountain range separating them.
I get this from Marco. Marco has friends in the town of Heerenveen in The Netherlands and speaks very good English. He has a degree in environmental engineering, did four years of educational consultancy work and then decided to move to the mountains. He is 34, looks 23, and think of tourism as a much better future than an office.
No driving today. Well, no self-driving today, but still an almost full day moving in sync with the van while Marco took the wheel to drive us to the marble caves and the Ventisquero Exploradores glacier and talked local sentiments with us.
And we're back here for the night. Much more wind today.