The ferry runs itself aground while the workers quickly usher all the vehicles onto the unsteady ramp. Then they kick the engine into high gear to get going again.
Long sandy beach where Amy pushed us out
Having the car proved to be the very best way to see the island. We managed to drive to the southern tip of the island where the "Pan American Highway" starts. A highway that stretches 21,000 km to Anchorage Alaska and passes through Vancouver.
Start of the Pan American highway
Town of Castro where the houses along the water are on stilts
Green rolling hills with pastures of sheep every direction you look
The three days of freedom with our own vehicle ended too soon and before we knew it we were back on a bus heading to Bariloche in Argentina.