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Kursplash!
I nearly dropped my whisky when this great fragment crashed before my very eyes.Leaving Torres del Paine in a cloud of dust, it was norte to El Calafate and officially 'Argentina' where unlike Chile; prices are mas barrato (cheaper) and the people have a european sophistication, its a real contradiction but I can dig it.
El Calafate is a town out in the middle of no(patagonia)where and its growing fast! Why you ask? well, Glacier 'Perito Moreno' thats why.
Watching this puppy calve off bits of itself is an awesome sight, From the comfort of the ferry, gaping at the 60 odd meter high 100 odd meter deep glacier is great. Watching and waiting until...'Bam!'tonnes of the densist, most pure crystal ice explodes into the glacial waters, causing waves that rock your world and the boat. Unforgetable.
Same day off to El Chalten to hike Fitz Roy, go camping and be generally amazed by the natural world (real tree hugging stuff). The next day as I made my way to the Fitz Roy torres under the midday sun, the scenery was alright and climbing up to the mirador I had a clear view of the peak and surrouding spectacular-ness, sweet. However, on my return, as the last blast of sun came
Close up
as close as you can get with no risk of getting iced through, the whole place lit up. The swampy grassland with its bright green and yellow carpet floors and delicate, ghostly white, petrified trees strewn about everywhere, man! What a high! No pictures due to a lack of battery power, but some things need to be sacred I guess. You´ll just have to go and see it for yourself.
Post-Fitz Roy I´ve been taking it real easy, working my way up Argentina sitting on buses, going to sleep, waking up on that same bus drifting through country towns all neat and tidy with main streets about a mile wide, looking through windows at the ´prehistoric´landscape and watching Harry Potter in spanish "arri!". Oh and bus-bingo, that 10 minutes of franticly trying to recall spanish numbers really broke up the 30 hour trip, but hey its something.
I find myself in Mendoza now, stumbling over the crooked earthquake-shaken tiles, musing at these Argentinian folk and making many a comparasion to their Chilaen counterparts. All that to come next blog.
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carly
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hunka hunka burnin ice
was that whisky special part of the 'cruise experience', or did you smuggle it onboard yourself?! i wouldnt be surprised....well done anyway, a very authentic glacial experience. I wish I had been there for bingo, I rock at Spanish numbers! but the rest of the language, hmm not so sure. I get to test it out in a week tho...see you in a few days chico loco xx