On the second day of the ferry ride, we disembarked at Puerto Eden, a tiny community on Wellington Island. The whole town waits for the bi-weekly visit of the ferry for supplies, news and commerce. Many of the locals had set up handcraft stalls near their homes, and they would display their wares for that hour and a half, twice a week, when somebody just might buy. I can't say that I was overly tempted by anything for sale. Thing 1: I would have to carry it around the Torres del Paine circuit (a trinket had not much chance of surviving being crushed in a backpack and hauled over mountains). Thing 2: what they were selling was crap. Not made in China crap, but made in Chile crap. Seriously. If you got a grade 1 class together, you could come up with better "handicrafts" than that! Honestly...