We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A friend of mine told me he is taking this trip this winter, with his two brothers through the Strait of Magellan and then up north along the coast of Chile.
He said they decided that they wanted to bond and reconnect before they get old. Sounds like a very cool trip, and cheap. He said he was going to take photos of Albatrosses. I warned him not to shoot one because nothing good comes of it.
Made a "Unitas" cruise in 1970 on the USS John Willis De1027. We went down the Atlanic side, hitting multable ports in Venezuela ,Brazil, and Argentina. We went thru the Straits of Magellan then up the Pacific side thru the Chilean Inland Waterways to Peru, Ecuador and Columbia, again with multable ports. Thru the Canel, then Panama City, finishing the last port visit at San Juan, PR. We didn't stop in Chile since Allende was in power. Then home to Newport, RI. I spent 20 years in the Navy and made Med , Westpac, and Carribean cruises but that South American cruise was the highlight of my Navy Career.
I wonder how many people got your sly reference to Coleridge's Ancient Mariner. Recently, I got on the elevator with a young attorney carrying a case of bottled water. Nodding, I commented, "So you are the designated Gunga Din today, eh?" and received a blank stare in return. Trying to recover from what I did not think was a particularly obscure reference, I said, "You know, the poem by Rudyard Kipling?" The look of confusion on his face became greater still, so I got off on my floor before I dug the hole even deeper. . . . sigh
Made the trip around through the Drake Passage during the summer of '76 aboard a foreign warship; the Roaring 40's really did roar on the way south. It was so cold our heads (bathrooms) froze solid - for two weeks. (Flushing water came from a 50 gal barrel up in the overhead - it, too, froze solid). The trip up through the Inland Passages along the Chilean Andrean coastline, though, was awesome - freezing cold, but awesome.