Why do so many good things in life have to begin with an early start? Holidays, Christmas day (well, if you´re 8), and erm... other stuff. Like the 5 day trip to Torres del Paine, a particularly jaw droppingly lovely national park in the south of Chile, on the border with Argentina. As usual, we´d put in hours of meticulous preparation the night before, only to blow it all by getting pissed on Chilean wine, coming home with Mr Gorilla (to borrow from Mr Collins), and trashing the carefully laid out piles of clothing and equipment in a red wine haze. Various essential bits of kit were subsequently lost, trodden on and sold to Dutchmen, leaving us with roughly 7 gazillion things to do at 6 in the morning. Miraculously we made the bus, only to
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