The Gulf of Penas – meaning the Gulf of Distress, often visited by westerly storms from the Pacific Ocean, was merciful as our ship passed through its waters. We turned into the first eastern fjord we found and soon arrived at the secluded haven of Caleta Tortel. As is common in this part of the country, the town, where wooden boardwalks serve as streets, welcomed us under a steady, misty rain.

Despite the weather, many set out on a hike to immerse themselves in the native beech forest, while others chose to wander the picturesque walkways. The locals greeted us warmly, sharing their food, dance, and music with us, giving us a genuine taste of Patagonian hospitality.