I come down from a mountain, find my raft and paddle in a winding river. I leave Chile satisfied, but also scared. The power of the volcano that can easily and quickly turn its beauty into deadly fiery lava is constantly in my head. As if I am trapped between fire and water. According to the previous plan I need to get down along the coast of the Fire Land (Isla Grande de Tierra del Fuego), the most southern point of the American continent and then to sail across the Atlantic Ocean in order to reach Africa, more exactly to come to the Ivory Coast. So, again fire and the vast ocean wait for me. For the first time since the beginning of the journey I am thinking of an idea that mustn’t occur in the mind of sailors – I am thinking to give up.
I sail slowly and indifferently along the coast of Chile which is too long. Even very beautiful landscapes I am passing through cannot bring me joy. As I approach the Fire Land, the desire to drop the anchor overrides the desire for navigation and discovering. It is getting cooler. The south polar cap is close. Wind helps sails, but not me. I arrive to the Fire Land. Luckily, I will not have to go very far south. I’ll shorten the journey. Again I am passing by many islands to enter the wide Strait of Magellan. In my head I have no more thoughts, I just want to stop and rest. Soon I will enter the Atlantic Ocean, and then new troubles follow.
Ivory Coast - Tai National Park
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