|Civilization in the wilderness...
|The welcoming Marina Austral
We tear past the large ferry and Karina spys a small sign above the dock just before it passes out of sight. "Marina Austral, Ch 09"
Minutes before entering the channel we had tried to contact the Port Captain. As usual the officials sensed an impending difficult conversation in Spanglish and decline to answer. We assume the same will be the case for the marina and decide to tie up first and ask questions later.
Karina dives into the lazarrete for lines and fenders while I struggle to turn back against the wind and current in the narrow channel. I decide to employ the bow thruster for assistance and the instruments lock up with alarms and a last depth seen of 0.5 m.
|The town of Puerto Aguirre with marina below
20 minutes pass and the ferry has finally maneuvered off the pier, opening up our view to the dock. Yes, it is a marina and there is a nice man patiently waiting to take our lines.
We have arrived.
|Sea Rover and Rum Doxy enjoying the novelty of a dock
We fill up our water tanks, rest and relax and plan for our next and last unknown leg of the season down to Laguna San Rafael. We provision with better than expected produce from the local "supermercado" (ie, a 1 room house) and add an extra safety margin to our diesel tank. Two weeks later we return to Puerto Aguirre and again accept the hospitality of Jamie and Marina Austral. New friends are made with m/v Iron Lady and s/v Threshold and we catch up again with Rum Doxy.
|Jaime and a reluctant Pejijo from Marina Austral
This small new marina is perfectly placed and managed. It will certainly be a stop for us in both directions next year.