Alto Calafate El Calafate

... 15 minutes drive from the ariport, is quaint and fairly touristy with lots of hostels, hotels, cafes, chocolate shops and outdoorsy type outlets. We called it the Cheddar of Argentina. Our hostel turned out to be very nice and fairly new. <br><br>Anyway, day one over and into day two ... very very windy and the wind is very cold as it finds its birthplace in the Andes and is particularly strong between November to March (summer and the 'windy season'). We took a walk, fighting the ...

<br>Peguei o dia de hoje para ficar tranquilo. Acordei tarde e tive a surpresa de ver que nevou bastante na noite passada. A cidade estava toda braquinha. Saih pra tirar umas fotos e caminhar. Andei pelo centro e depois em direcao do lago.<br><br>Acho que estou perdendo a nocao do frio porque comprando um refrigerante num buteco ouvih no radio que fazia 4 graus com sensacao termica de -2 a -4 graus. Pra mim estava ateh quentinho comparando com os dias que passei ...

... Photos:<br>http://www.facebook.com/albu m.php?aid=109942&amp;id=542586048&amp;l =d888a2d62f<br><br>We pulled ourselves out of bed at 6.15am for the bus picking us up at 7am. First stop when we got to the park were the platforms that have been built in front of the glacier. We got a fairly close-up view of the front face and were lucky to experience the thundering roar as a few pieces broke off and went crashing into the milky water of the lake ...

... control. For once I was thankful that my bike was an iron beast, in a lighter bike I would have had to stop. Next town, another 60 miles, Rio Gallegos. Again pulled into a gas station, warmed up. Only anther 70 miles to the border where the dirt road begins, there's a hotel there, that would be a decent day's ride and a good place to stop, I told myself. This town sucks. Less than 2 hours, finite misery. Plus, I actually hadn't gotten that close to ...

04/10/2008 (SAT) My bus was scheduled at 7.40pm, but only arrived at 9pm. With so much delay, I was afraid if I missed the last bus from Rio Gallegos to El Calafate. I sat next to a Spanish girl from Barcelona, Sara. She was nice and pleasant to talk with, although her English was as bad as my Spanish. The bus ride took longer than it was suppose to, making too many stops. This was by far the most uncomfortable ...

... husband first and now wife - quite a contentious issue!) are from this province seems to have made a considrable difference. The town now has an indoor heated pool, new housing estates, braodband, a new main street, several new hotels (my brother in law tells me that you can´t get a bed here in summer!!), as well as a new primary school, gym and police station under construction!! Although San Julian is a small town and a little bit out of ...

... around the campground. this night, not so much. around 1130, a dj started setting up for what appeared to be a quinciñera. that meant kids coming and going all night long. and apparently to be able to drive in that campground your car isn´t allowed to have a muffler. the people who camped next to us (and there was a section about 30 ft by 60 ft with no one in it, but they set up 5 ft ...

... to the pampas scrub or nothing-ness desert and woop woop random towns for the rest of the bus trip. We passed many shrines on the side of the road, there is a particular fondness for worship done by red flag decorating. Monkey was having a ball with the bus attendants (snooty male ones again) by leaving banana skins on his seat, cheeky little monkey. We expected food on the bus and there was none. The first bus drivers stopped at derelict road houses that served ...