Finally, at the north end of this swamp we arrive in Puerto Montt, rumored to be a quaint Bavarian village with lots to do. We are too exhausted to partake and slump down next to gracefully humming engines and compressors. In the evening we sit on deck and overlook the port. Music drifts in from shore. Far ahead a volcano rises from the horizon. On a nearer hill stands a cross, which, we all agree, is not at all as imposing as the statue of Christ the Redeemer in Rio. But then, very little is.
Sunrise over the Chilean fjords
The cross at Puerto Montt, Chile
Puerto Montt, Chile - Little Germany below the volcano
Puerto Montt, Chile