MASTS from the PAST
It was the past berthed beside the modern. The barquentine’s four masts reached 48.5m skywards from the slender white hull but were still a storey short of overreaching the centre city hotel beside it.
But her jaunty bowsprit, sweeping sheer and towering rig struck a shapely counterpoint to the boxy cell block next door.
Stray puffs of wind unfurled the huge ensign at the stern and the red and white stripes and solo star languidly rolled out. “Aahh, Chile – …”. Family groups massed on the adjacent wharf, excited boys hopping up and
