After the end of the world, Part II

Wednesday dawned bright and sunny, but with 125 km/hr winds. We had a free morning, so wandered into town to the Braun Menedez museum (see below), but fighting the wind was a real effort. Even the locals felt it was unusual for Patagonia, we saw one guy blown off his feet. You had to bend into the wind, and the grit in your eyes was most unpleasant. We bid farewell to the yogis, much hugging and kissing, and went to the airport, to catch our flight (slightly delayed) to Puerto Montt, where the Other Brother and wife (la cuñada) were waiting for us, whisked us off to our hotel and then plied the Brother with vast amounts of alcohol, while I chatted to two chaps from Santiago. And so to bed, with a pleasant three days ahead of us.