Ice ice baby!
Trip Start Oct 05, 2005
25Trip End Apr 06, 2006
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The nearest town to the glacier is El Calafate, a theme-park kind of place, built solely on tourism. As I said in my previous entry, I realised how much I liked Chile once I went to El Calafate. Going back to Argentinian hostels, with their scanty sheet-and-blanket get-up, hard sponge pillows and stingy "breakfasts" made me miss the Chilean/Swiss hospitality. I had grown accustomed to duvets, neverending hot water, and epic breakfasts of eggs, freshly-baked bread and coffee. Anyway, I was here for the glacier, so I'll stop going on about the food and bedding.
So, it wasn't as big as I had imagined. It was wide, really wide, but not tall. I took the boat to the face of it, which wasn't worth the money, as afterwards we went on a walk around the forest and could see much more, and without the boat engine, could hear the eerie cracking and moaning of the ice in the distance, but it was still amazing, and I did see bits fall off into the lake.
Aside from the glacier, the good thing about El Calafate was the people I met. I bumped into a few other travellers I knew from before, and met two girls and a guy from the UK - the guy was a comedy writer. And on the boat I met a girl from LA who was a comedy actress. So all in all it was quite a laugh. And on the bus back to Puerto Natales I sat next to a lovely geophysicist from Madrid, who let me practice my speaky Spanglish on him. He and his two friends were heading to Torres del Paine national park the same day as me, so I took them to the hospedaje I was staying in, as I thought they would appreciate the aforementioned duvets and eggs before walking in snow for a week.