Charles Darwin Puerto Natales

... pacific for about 12 hrs. I wont go into details, but trying to sleep through 5 to 6 meter swells with, what we have later deduced to be a bit of food poisoning (see footnote 1) is not an experience either of us wishes to repeat.<br><br>The following day we were back into the channels, and also the most beautiful scenery of the 3 day voyage. Sadly, we were both still poorly. Becs had to spend most of the rest of the trip in bed and although ...

... to wait for our boat out of Torres del Paine. As we celebrated and excepted the rain, excited that we were alive and leaving, I was laughing at the people who were just starting there long adventure as they headed up the path toward the glacier. We finished what small amount of food we had / and had been given while waiting for the boat. That night was hard both of us starving and dirty, after a long bus ride back to Puerto Natales. There was just a ...

... so I could conserve the battery for a shot of the towers on the last day.<br><br>We started the trek with some Dutches (Agent who we met in Puerto Madryn and Lianne and Eva who we met at Erractic Rock). As we disembarked the ferry, eager to get going, we were faced with a long line of weary trekkers waiting to escape the park, who looked like they had been battling with the elements. It suddenly dawned on us what lay ahead. We (or should I say Tom) decided that the best ...

... person handled the slightly stressful situation and would be a big of a guide to the group´s dynamics over the week. I had decided already I was the impatient one! The next day we got up early, to get the bus to the national park. The first sight of the park was just jaw dropping, out of the sparse Patagonian plain these huge mountains forced their way up, snow covered spires being attacked by nasty storm clouds, but from the bus ...

... of old rope, second day i had a split moment of rock star sensation, however this subsided when snow came in!!!! the weather was generally really good and i found myself several times saying... 'ohh arent we lucky' in my london accent that has grown stonger since being away! the last day involved scrambling up to see the torres, arriving and they were suprisingly not covered in cloud and looked stunning... Evenings were spend around a gas ...

... faire mouiller, je n'ai ni tente ni matériel de camping, alors j'ai décidé le lendemain de faire seulement un tour organisé dans le parc. Nous avons commencé par la Grotte du Mylodon, où des restes de ce paresseux géant ont été trouvés. C'est une grotte immense, à l'entrée de laquelle est une reproduction grandeur nature de la bestiole. Il n'y a pas grand-chose à voir en fait, les restes sont dans un musée londonnien, mais c'est une super-grotte où nos ancêtres Cro ...

... cool and one of the highlights of the park. The second day we trekked for 10 hours to get to camp cloase to the peaks that the park is famous for. Up at 4am the next morning to climb up some scallied rock faces to get to a viewpoint of them at dawn when they are supposed to change colours before your eyes. Terribly windy, cold and damp spot. I haul up my sleeping bag, a plastic rubbish bag to keep it dry,and the gas burner and make some soup while we wait. And we ...

... herd, both of which for the most part were not to be seen. The day was clear and breezy, but again no sign of the wind that this area is notorious for. It gets so windy because besides this spit of land, there is nothing to impede its constant westerly swirl around the southern globe. But there were artifacts of the wind - vegetation growing at a severe angle, highway warning signs, and finally also a sculpture in its honor. Dodged the bullet again...

... including some awesome frenchies. Yeah I'm shocked too, but they explained it's because they weren't from Paris. And of course there's always one stand out jerk, this time it was this loud annoying Swede who was ****** before we even left port and got more annoying the more you were exposed to him. Luckily for him we got to port before we could figure out how to kick his ass overboard. You know the drill, photos here.

... as dead as a doornail, used the 'facilities' and prayed that when I went back outside there was a tropical storm in full flow or something to give me an excuse not to do this!<br><br>Sadly it was still just cold and a little bit wet on the floor, so I went back to the tent to procrastinate, which ...