Most days along the route, the Skorpios would come to a stop, lower nets and fishing boats would dump loads of crab, more fresh oysters, clams, and sea urchins onto the deck. I must have eaten at least two dozen oysters for lunch one day. A dozen raw and a dozen baked with cheese. Unlimited wine, we were happy campers.

Another evening, the Skorpios pulled up to a waterfall, stuck a hose in it and refilled the water tanks on ship. Pure, clear uncontaminated water from a glacier. The scenery became more dramatic the further we went into the fjords and finally, there was Laguna San Rafael with glaciers and ice bergs floating everywhere.