I am surrounded my snow capped mountains which are so close I think I can reach out and touch them. The other view is the Beagle Channel with more of the Fuegan Andes nestling in the background. I love it even if I did have to get up at 3am to get here!
Caroline and I took a boat ride around the Channel and saw cormorants (we call them fake penguins) and sea lions up close which was fantastic.
There was a day playing in the snow as well
. We took a chairlift up to the nearby glacier and then walked up for about one hour, it was a very steep route, and then back down again. The views were truly breathtaking. We had great fun on the walk as we managed to get lost several times (or rather took the wrong path) so we ended up rock climbing, scrambling up and down shingles and slate and crossing snow. To be fair some of this we had to do anyway to get to the glacier. However, it did get a bit scary when we ended up thigh deep in snow, well actually I also ended up sitting on the snow as well..wet bum, and I could hear the streams running beneath the snow. At one point I could actually see the stream beneath me through a gap in the snow which was quite scary. Trying to get home from Merito Galcier chairlift was a tad confusing as well, fortunately a nice local tourist agent took pity on us and drove us back to the city.
The weather here is lovely, chilly but the sun is shining and its gorgeous. It actually snowed for a bit which was beautiful.
Our last day here was spent a little bleary-eyed (actually Caroline only got up at dinner time). We went to the local bar the previous night, with an English chap called Iain for a glass of wine. Later we met up with a chap, Karol, from Slovakia and a local, Ceasar, who we had also met up with at the hostel
. Anyway the short version of the story is that the wine and cocktails led us to dancing in a strip club (not quite in that way!) until the wee hours of the morning. I have never been to a strip club so that was a new experience. We were both surprised to leave the club after dancing to local music, the men lead well, and pop music, to find it was daylight and time for breakfast!
Keep getting flashbacks of the bartender giving us extra chocolates...what a nice man.
Anyway a 4.50 am start and 20 hours on a bus to El Calafate next, hurrah. The silly thing is El Calafate is in Argentina, as am I now. However, to get there you have to cross through Chile as there is no Argentina between these two places (weird) which means 4 border crossings and a boat ride with the bus..I cannot wait.
Well here I am in at the most southernmost city ...next stop is Antarctica. This place definitely rates as one of the most stunning places for scenery anywhere. I will definitely come back here..on route to the Antarctica I think.