We were driving along the treeless north-western coast of the Tierra del Fuego.
Near the road there was a nicely carved wooden sculpture of the Indians in a canoe.
We stopped at the bridge to fish the lower part of a small creek near its mouth. For over a kilometer the stream was flowing along the sea.
Small trout caught in the stream had silvery tint on the sides.
Probably it was going out into the salt water for feeding.
From a distance I see my friends speaking with some other fishermen
These were king penguins
Two groups of these amazing birds were resting at the shore
My friend Arthur had decided to make some casts.
The penguins did not want to watch these awkward attempts to catch something...
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