Now some people would get really worried ... but Glen was a great guy to have along as he stayed calm. He suggested at one time starting to jog, but he is in better shape than I am (and 13 miles with camera gear would be quite the marathon), so I said lets try to thumb a ride from the occasional car we would see drive by. After several drove past my outstretched thumb (and as we watched the time tick away!), I put a 20 Peso Note in my hand which I figured should help our cause. A couple of guys then picked us up and we jumped in the backseat.
They were quite talkative (in Spanish, but fortunately, Glen was able to converse well) and within a minute, I overheard a "Bush ... Obama" question to Glen - amazing how interested (and knowledgeable) people overseas are about American politics. They were nice enough to drop us off less than a mile from the hotel, and refused to take our Peso's ... but we (rightfully so) insisted they do so.
We made it back to the hotel where I had time for quick (final!)
Email check just before the final bus departed for the marina - perfect timing!
It was then time to board the ship and depart to Antarctica!
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