For two days, hundreds of Andean Gulls (similar to North America’s black-headed gulls) have been perching shoulder to shoulder along our bow hawse lines. This evening at 5, we cast off the lines and a whole lot of disenfranchised gulls were seriously pissed. They swirled around in the area looking lost, wondering where their perch went.

Again we are in a black hole as satellites go. No internet. So I will send these out as soon as we get service again.

Painted boldly on a dockside warehouse screams the epithet CALLAO—THE PORT HUB OF WEST COAST SOUTH AMERICA.