03/02/23

In the morning I feel better. Up and down to the pier again to pick up visitors. I can give a short, primitive briefing. Where did those 4 years of Spanish at school go?

In the refuge it is sweltering hot thanks to the blazing sun and the heat from the stove. Only the radio calls regularly break the silence. ¡Alo Hola! - ¡Parque parque! - ¿Pablo Pablo can you hear me? ¡Cruzando!

In the afternoon, the same game as the day before. Head is hot and throat is scratchy. Ibu. Lie down and vegetate.

Marco comes back and announces that tomorrow I should hike to Refugio Alerces, located about 7km uphill. Time to pack the backpack.

Internet is available late in the evening, at least for the owners of an Entel SIM card. I have Movistar. Tough luck. But with the help of Mati's hotspot, I can at least send a sign of life.