“We found a penguin here once,” Wayne, our host at Port Howard Lodge, said, gesturing at a bend in the gravel road, where it crosses a small creek. I looked around at the barren West Falkland countryside — undulating and featureless under a big, blowing sky. The road stretched off over the horizon. It was a bleak, strangely beautiful landscape.
“We reckon he must have wandered about 30 kilometers inland,” Wayne explained. “So, we picked him up and put him in the back seat of the Land Rover. Drove him to the coast at Fox Bay.” He paused, concentrating on navigating a tricky curve, the wheels skidding on loose stones.… Seguir leyendo »