“After the long ferry journey, Puerto Natales appears as a cheerful huddle of brightly painted buildings clinging bravely to the shore of the Gulf of Almirante Montt.”
“We made some extra stops, and sped past the small huddle of yellow-coated policemen on the track half way between Brentwood and Harold Wood looking at body parts on the track.”
“As the kids and I huddled together on the floor in the basement I sent up a silent prayer of thanks that we were all safe and basically in good spirits.”
