Feathers of a flute man

As promised in my last post here are detail photographs of the feathers worn by the most unique flute players I’ve ever seen, at one of the most entertaining fiestas I’ve ever attended. I counted at least 500 feathers on each cape worn by the flute players. It of course begs the question where the…

Reading the abstract in Puerto Montt

Puerto Montt, capital of the Chilean Lakes district, is possibly the grimiest city I’ve ever visited. It is perpetually drizzling, blanketed with sea mist, the streets are lined with a kind of dirty, greasy residue and the smell of sea-decay blows in from the fishing port that dominates the city. Yet I dug the vibe,…