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Penguins in Patagonia


While in Punta Arenas in January, we arranged to visit the nearby Isla Magdalena by boat to see the Magallanic penguins. They are often called “donkey penguins” because they raise their heads and honk like a donkey in order to posture in front of other penguins or predators. It is said that there are 60,000 breeding pairs on the island.

Two colonies are located near Punta Arenas–Seno Otway or Isla Magdalena. We heard that there were many more penguins to see at the island which is only an hour and a half away from the city. Seno Otway is accessible on the mainland.

The colony on Isla Magdalena seems used to hordes of touristas snapping pictures and cooing over the fat, fuzzy babies. The adults would patiently wait for a clearing in the human pathway so they could cross in a little line. There were also some fat, awkward seagull babies.

When our boat pulled up to the island, I was so excited to see  a beach teaming with penguins.

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Welcome to Still Life

I have neglected to start my own Web blog for years now, even through my and E’s travels through Antarctica and the South Pacific. It seemed complicated and distracting while backpacking; Internet time is precious on the road. Internet cafes charge exorbitant fees per minute. 

Now that I’ll have time to spare in Argentina, it seems like the appropriate time to pick up my pen and remember the art of poetry and memoir writing. I plan to create small sketches–still lifes and dioramas–from my life in Buenos Aires. I leave for Argentina on February 25.

When we are sedentary, there is always a desire to be on the road. While on the road, the desire for the mundane routine of a professional life is palpable. I hope to have the best of both words this time, teaching English for online universities at night and, during the day, wandering the city past packs of feral cats and cobblestone lanes where tango heels have tread.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’” -Jack Kerouac, On the Road


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