In Santiago we spent three days on adapting to new climate conditions, being 35°C in shadow. We prepared all of the equipment, because I had been holding a deposit in that city for two years, and then we flew 2200 km south, to Punta Arenas, on the Magellan Straits. From there, on the next day, we travelled by bus 300 km north to the last city before the Southern Ice Field - Puerto Natales. Having reached the spot, we bought food and fuel and on the next day, we moved onto a small, 14-metre boat "Penguin" with a two-man crew: Rudolf o Lizandro Mendez Pantanalii and Jose Eduorolo Diaz Velazsquez. We departed south aiming to travel almost 350 km. We passed by a maze of bays, fiords, and channels, hundreds of tiny islands, entangled in wild plants bearing unimaginable traces of glacier operation. The seals laying on the rocky beaches and the dolphins which accompanied us all the way compensated for the lack of comfort on the trip. We slept on narrow and low beds (where we had to place a backpack next to ourselves), had almost no place to eat, and always flew against waves no matter what direction we headed for. On the third day, we got through the wide and dangerous Canal Trinidad and through Seno Lamero we went to the northern reach of the Seno Egg, where the boatsets the anchor 30 m from the rocky, shore overgrown with jungle and is stabilized with additional ropes.
We have assembled our satellite phone so as to notice the harbour management in Puerto Natales of our happy arrival, but the satellite signal turns out to be to dim and we do not manage to establish a connection. We pumped a Zodiac pontoon up and headed towards the end of the bay, from where we wanted to set our feet on solid ground. We already knew where the Italians had started from and we were to explore further north. We reached a sandy beach, the only one