Regulars will note that there has been frequent bitching and moaning about the food in Buenos Aires, in particular, the lack of edible seafood. No matter how fine the beef, one gets sick of it as daily fare. So spending 8 days in Chile has meant 8 days of eating only food that came from the sea — get thee behind me carne. Below are photos of what I came here for: King Crab. Top is a crab boat docked in Punta Arenas, followed by an official measuring each crab to insure that only ones of a specified size have been trapped, then a tray of King Crab ready to be loaded onto a truck and delivered to restaurants and markets. The bottom photo shows the crew unloading flash frozen seafood from the Japanese trawler docked behind … notice the writing on the boxes. That’s one of the reasons there is no fresh seafood in Buenos Aires, just a hop over the mountains — all the catch here not consumed locally is headed for Japan. Bastards!
Finally, speaking of tiny fish for Japan, here is Stan Rogers, who has a voice you can take a bath in, singing “Tiny Fish for Japan.” And speaking of Stan Rogers, who was killed in the flash fire aboard an Air Canada flight in 1983, he is, in the opinions of aficionados of folk music and original songwriters, one of the best folk music composers and singers who has ever lived. If you don’t know his work, have a Youtube feast.