This is a shot of our meeting with one of the dugout canoes -- Andean Indians 
in the Strait... the woman always manned the stern with the paddle.....Pop sat 
up front with his fishing rig and pointed where he wanted to go.  Our sailors 
swapped 55 pounds of peanut butter, coffee, and old dungarees with holes 
in the knees and received all sorts of handmade "wampum" in these strange 
encounters. 

Our young Chilean Pilot from their Coast Guard - that accompanies every ship 
thru the Straits... (their charts are held top Secret by the Chileans) - told us 
that the reason so many of the night navigational aids were not lit - was 
because these indians stole the whale blubber/oil used to light the lamps in  
the hand-made stone lighthouses throughout the waterways!!!