According to the forecast, the only real wind on the horizon was for the very following morning after we arrived in camp with a solid twenty knots predicted in the afternoon fading to six to nine knots for our remaining days. It looked like we only had one shot at it and we would need to be ready and prepared. Camping under the stars in the domes was a sheer pleasure and it was refreshing to be in an environment without electricity, internet or computers. We were out in raw nature, watching eagles fly overhead in the day, witnessing wild cattle and horses grazing in the pastures and could even hear the growls of Pumas as they hunted at night. Come the morning the wind was already pretty strong and we set about organizing a small RIB, fuel and preparing the rigs. Living in solitude did have a few disadvantages as poor Gonzalo had to make a 3-hr round trip back to town just to get fuel for the boat – and then help launch it another half hour drive away!