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a sacrificial lamb

It’s all organised. Having ridden to the very end of a dead end road that goes to precisely nowhere*, now by flukey chance, I’m suddenly lined up to go on a four day boat jaunt via the fjords and glaciers to Puerto Williams.

The captain and crew of the boat are mostly Argentinian and so the most important preparation for the trip is to make sure that there is enough meat on board.

*Where, oh, where, is ‘nowhere’ and what, exactly, is being defined as ‘somewhere’  in contrast … but I don’t have time to clarify what I mean right now. Well, actually, maybe I should just make time to — I’m using ‘nowhere’ as a socially agreed synonym for remote, unpopulated, without the trappings of modern life. Nowhere is the place without infrastructure. Nowhere is the place without vehicles. Nowhere is beyond the range of telecommunications. Nowhere is beautiful. Nowhere is where I want to be.

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  1. karin and marten | June 5, 2014 at 9:11 am | Permalink

    enjoy nowhere, because it is such a special place, ciao

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