Chile – Easter Island and Patagonia
6th January 2005
31st January 2005

Argentina – Patagonia

Country number: 76
Territory number: 84

When?    Christmas & New Year 2004/5  – Round the World In The Other Direction 2004, coming from Chile. Next stop Los Angeles.
How?      Overland tours in buses with local flights, taxi, walking,  boats, zodiacs – contact me for more details
Who?      Group Tour
See what Sue says

‘If you tremble indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.’
Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara 

Some awful jokes

Then to Argentina El Calafate and an excursion to the colossal Perito Moreno glacier. Nearly 300 feet high, a land area the size of Buenos Aires and a mass of blue peaks, like giant frozen penguins marching into the sea. (There are more real penguins, too). We watch the glacier calving icebergs into the iridescent lake. They fall with a giant roar, creating mini tsunamis and an explosion of ice before floating off.

The Argentinians are not like the Chileans. As the Chileans say:

“How does an Argentine commit suicide?”

“He jumps off his ego.”

The weather is  colder now and whenever anyone says “It’s chilly” we chorus: “No, it’s not, it’s Argentina”.

We venture out to sample the renowned Argentine steaks but our food arrives overcooked.  Duncan, the guide complains and we end up devouring two meals. I haven’t felt hungry since.

Mount Fitzroy

The expedition is getting a bit sedate for me. Duncan has foolishly told me that Mount Fitzroy is the most impressive sight in South America but it isn’t on our itinerary.  I decide to see it anyway and end up in the middle of nowhere at midnight with a map I can’t read and virtually no Spanish.  I am rescued by a lanky drunk musician.
My walk is great. Duncan warned me it would be busy but he is wrong. I wend my solitary way for two hours accompanied only by a large, noisy, persistent horsefly who will not depart despite my constant entreaties. He keeps reappearing, not satisfied until he has stung me hard.  Perhaps, like the locals, he doesn’t understand English.
Fitzroy, a wall of stone, is carved out of the sky like something out of Lord of the Rings.  It is a beautiful, beautiful day. Parrots peek out of holes and hares lollop.
When I finally get back, I scan the park noticeboard. A steepy (sic) trail, it warns. To prevent bad encounters with pumas do not walk alone.

The uttermost end of the Earth

From Calafte to  Tierra del Fuego National Park, boating and  visiting the pioneer Harberton Ranch.  It’s very strange to think I’m poised at the bottom of the globe. It’s a little fresh but not too uncomfortable.  On to Ushuaia, southern most town on earth and gateway to the Falklands and Antarctica. There are maps of the former hanging in the port, though of course  here they are called The Malvinas. This part of my adventure is over. There’s another sign in the harbour:

Smile, it really is the end of the world.



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