One german schaefer attacked me from behind when I was skating. My caveman third eye reflexes took over and I hit very hard with the aluminium ski pole I use on bad roads. I felt so good that I almost soiled myself. Nothing is more revolting than a dog, any dog. Genetically engineered non beings they are, non living foul things from the pet cemetery, re-occupied by lost human souls.
Dogs eat human faeces.
Anyway, continuing from Ancud, I found that the west coast of Chiloe Island is disgustingly unkayakable. And of course 6 knot current spewing from Chacao channel. I watched them conditions for two weeks and then returned to Ancud for change of plans. Several thing did I learn. The The Chilean kerosene was of harbour tug quality instead of jet plane quality.