"You know he's the Mayor, don't you?" whispered my new friend/translator, Francis, across the table. I was sitting in the living room of my hostel, the one I'd chosen just because it was the only one with wifi, watching the roly-poly Patagonian proprietor inspect some still thrashing Salmon whilst wearing a well-loved apron and what … Continue reading Visiting Caleta Tortel – Politics on Stilts