evaporated when he spied an apple on the buffet table. "Mind you, I don't
mean to be rude about the tourists," said he, slicing, "but you do
wonder where it's going to end. What's to become of us and the seals and the
penguins? Will we be running tearooms?"
We disembarked at
Punta Arenas (pop. 60,000), the southernmost city on the planet Earth. After
waiting hours for the airplane which was to take us to Buenos Aires, we
discovered too late that some genius, being told that our aircraft could not
carry all of us and also our luggage, had sent the bags, unaccompanied, to
Santiago, Chile. In the midsummer heat of Buenos Aires, where the air is no
better than that of many smog-shrouded places, some of us sweltered two days in
our Cape Horn clothing, waiting for lighter clothes.
We were back in