This is the border crossing that took me from the world of Torres del Paine (Chile) into Argentina. Don’t let this fool you, because up the road, past a few sheep and some horses they did check passports and made sure I paid my reciprocity fee. I’m not sure I really understand the reciprocity fee concept, but I am far too tired to look into the history.
I’ve been about as unplugged as I have ever been over the last few days, and while I have missed you, I have not been idle, and I really hope you will enjoy this offering from deep in South America. So here are some notes and thoughts from this part of the planet.
- So far gravity is in tact, and the world does seem to be round. More to follow.
- New Boots: Well, looks like the legions of readers that nearly brought the internet down have succeeded in the GLNB campaign. Gracias! Lisa has her new boots and can now safely venture out without the risk of injury, death, or loss of her nubulettes. Lisa thanks you all from the bottom of her, ummm, feet. (This photo made me take my anti nausea medicine. Am I upside down?)
- Torres del Paine: Any list that ranks the top natural wonders simply must have this National treasure at or near the top. To be sure, other natural configurations may be bigger than the Towers, but there is something very special about coming up over the crest and seeing these granite wonders before you. As always, the pictures will not capture the wonder, but I have not seen anything that rivals it.
- Guanaco: As my new friend Eli pointed out, any animal that relies on spitting as a primary means of defense against a puma is likely destined for some sleepless nights and bad days. Damn they are cute though. No petting allowed.
- Condors: Do not play dead if you see one floating about. That would be a bad strategy.
- Glaciers: I have to think about this some more. The size is overwhelming.
- Weather: The rate of change in Torres del Paine was wildly impressive. Rain, snow, sun, and a powerful wind can and will grab you at any moment.
- Dining in oil: This is what a typical local meal in El Calafate, Argentina might look like. This is not for the cholesterol weary, arterially challenged, or anyone that simply doesn’t enjoy their food bathed in oil. Damn it’s tasty. Fortunately this dinner comes with a bottle of wine, which could start to have an impact on the next bullet points.
- Well, maybe I’m done with bullet points for tonight.