Continued (mis)adventures up the Carretera Austral
The next morning we awoke bright and early. I peeked out the tent half expecting to see horses. There were none. We reluctantly packed up and tried to summon up the courage for our day ahead.
Mar 8
The next morning we awoke bright and early. I peeked out the tent half expecting to see horses. There were none. We reluctantly packed up and tried to summon up the courage for our day ahead.
We should have known from the start that it was going to be crazy. It started out crazy. Why wouldn't the mayhem just escalate from there?
After trekking in El Chalten, we took a bus back to El Calafate. El Calafate kind of sucks but unfortunately it's a major hub in Patagonia and is a gateway to the southern part of Parque Nacional Los Glaciares (El Chalten serves the northern and free part of the park) and you usually have to go there to transfer to other places you want to travel to.
Three years ago, Laurent & I made a month long trip to Patagonia. We trekked around Fitz Roy from the village of El Chalten for 3 days. I never imagined that three years later, I would be lucky enough to be back in this incredible landscape. But here I was.