Monday, June 5, 2017
"Boarding the boat back to Ushuaia was a big man with a blotchy red face, upturned moustaches, and the syrupy eyes of an Ottoman pasha. He wore an astrakhan hat. He had come from Santiago to see about a plant for processing krill. The whales were gone but there was still plenty of krill. I talked about Grandpa Felipe and mentioned Charlie and Jackie.
'He probably ate them,' the fat man said."