On the ferry from Chile Chico to Puerto Ibanez, the Chilean equivalent of western ferry's!
In the town apricots were growing in the middle of the streets and anyone could help themselves too them! The local restaurant we dined with some Germans one evening had cases of them piled up behind the tables, as we made light conversation about how to spot Israelis and how they occupy hostel kitchens like the Gaza strip, and the impending fourth Reich! I kid you not!!
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