Saturday, March 21, 2020

Punta Arenas, The Sequel


I visited the southern Chilean city of Punta Arenas in 2016, and I kissed the toe of the statue in the main square.  Legend says that if you kiss the toe, you’ll be sure to return to Punta Arenas one day.  And… voila!  There I was!  The city didn’t appear to have changed too much, though they installed a big “Punta Arenas” sign on the waterfront.  I took a selfie with the view from the Cerro de la Cruz lookout point, and the biggest difference from the same photo I took in 2016 was that I grew a beard.


I do have to mention that the protests that started in Santiago had spread all the way south to Punta Arenas.  There was more graffiti, but it wasn’t as terrible as in Santiago.  I also got to witness a Friday night protest, which was more of a rally than a riot.  There was a speaker and lots of flags in the crowd from various different movements that had come together, including the gay pride flag, trans pride flag, anarchist flag (yikes), and the Mapuche flag (the indigenous people of the country), alongside the Chilean flag and the regional Patagonian flag.  It all seemed very civilized, and didn’t really have an impact on my travel.

The real biggest difference was that the days were longer and stuff was open.  I had visited Punta Arenas in June – winter – in 2016, which is very much the low season.  It’s also the season when the penguins go away, so this time I wanted to come back and see them (because they certainly wouldn’t have been impressive after going to Antarctica!)  This was pretty much the only touristy thing I did in the day and a half that I spent there.

The penguin colony is on Isla Magdalena and a group tour is required to get there.  I arrived for my reserved spot on the 6am tour to find that it had been rescheduled for 3pm due to wind.  Grrr.  Morning Phill is not a happy Phill.  Luckily, the wind calmed and the 3pm tour proceeded (YAY!) despite some rain.  I was put on a bus to a boat to travel to the island.  The boat ride there was great for birdwatching, with sightings of imperial cormorants and petrels, along with swarms of birds likely feeding on sardines just below the water’s surface.

Upon arrival at the Monumento Natural Los Pinguinos, I was greeted by 15,000 breeding pairs of penguins – many with their chicks!  Penguin colonies are measured in breeding pairs rather than by individuals (I don’t know why… they just are.)  I hadn’t really made the effort to talk to any of the other tourists in my boat – most of them were Brazilian – so I just wandered onto the island and stood there staring in excitement at the little Magellanic penguins in their little Magellanic penguin burrows!

That’s when I heard a voice.  This man came up next to me and started explaining to me how the penguins make their burrows.  I understood most of it.  Then I looked over at the stranger and there was this big, juicy hunk of gorgeousness.  This guy was tall, handsome, and talking to me.  It was odd.  He wasn’t a model or anything, but there was just something about him that was very sexy.  He was a complete silver fox, but not yet silver.  I did my best to respond, but as soon as I opened my mouth, gringo came out, and he knew it.  I had a good 20-second interaction with this delicious looking specimen before he wandered off.  More to come.

I started to walk around the island, watching the penguins frolicking about.  There were so many cute penguin chicks, and I got to observe them being fed and cleaned by their parents.  There were also plenty of seagulls in the mix, and they too had little chicks with them!  I think the seagull chicks were actually cuter than the penguin chicks, but that’s just because they were so small, and small things are generally cuter.  I was surprised that at only 3-4 weeks old, the penguin chicks seemed nearly as big as the adults!  There were also several skuas hanging around.  Skuas are nasty brown seabirds that like to eat penguin chicks.  Skuas are evil and they need to be destroyed.

A bit later on, I encountered one of our guides and started walking and chatting with him.  We were forced to stop when we approached a group of people on the highest part of the trail.   It appears it was a group filming a documentary, and the host was the hunky daddy type who spoke to me right when I got on the island!  Of course he was the host – you have to put someone that pretty on television.  His name is Francisco Saavedra.  He hosts a show called “Lugares Que Hablan” as well as a bunch of other stuff.  He’s pretty.  He’s gay.  He has a hot, younger husband.  Of course he does.


Photo courtesy of the interwebs.

For the Americans reading this, he’s basically the Chilean equivalent of Anderson Cooper.  For the Australians reading this, he’s basically the Chilean equivalent of… Anderson Cooper.  Or maybe Hugh Jackman if we can count that?  For the straights or lesbians reading this, I don’t know how to convey this to you.  But he’s a big deal!  He’s beloved in Chile.  With all of the protests and political change, he’s apparently been encouraged to run for president.  I’ve not met many famous people in my life – hardly any actually, unless you count a few Australian politicians.  Francisco Saavedra is probably the hunkiest, most famous person I’ve met, and I didn’t even know who he was until it was too late!  I missed a prime selfie opportunity.  Life is unfair.

The boat stopped at Isla Marta on the way back to land.  Isla Marta is famous for sea lions.  There were lots of them.  They were nowhere near as enjoyable to look at as Francisco Saavedra.

It was then back to the mainland to prepare for the next part of my trip:  a hike.  Details to follow in the next blog.  But first, let me take a penguin selfie!



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