Living on a Narrowboat
Am not going to stay in BA.
Tommorrow > Florainopolis in Brasil.
This is a lengthly journey, some 27 hours.
Baraloche
I know there’s so many other great places in Argentina Baraloche, Mendoza also BA etc. The weather is changing, it’s more or less winter down here.
I didn’t travel half way around the globe to be cold and wet.
I can do that in the UK.
Brasil has the sunny climbs which I seek.
Some other day maybe I’ll visit those approved gringo haunts and bring the bloggage to you.
Today is the day.
I’m going to Rio Gallegos.
For those who haven’t been or read my previous posts I have a picture to stir your interest in this port of call.
Boring
Tundra and desert run a pretty close race but I think tundra takes it in the end.
By numbing and destroying those parts of my brain which wish to live I have forfeited the torment sacrificing nimby or cash in exchange for a quick and easy death.
Death not for me you understand, but rather a passing away, away 2,000 odd kilometres.
In this sombre mood I offer up this picture in memory.
May this and many more like it pass with quick easieness.
Spent another night in boring Punta Arenas.
Attempt to visit museum and get ripped off by taxi driver.
Closed
Museum is closed but they let me in anyhow.
Must have taken pitty on me after my taxi driver incident.
ABorted any chance of my visiting the misty spires.
Have aquired this picture to illustrate the breathtaking naturism.
Torres del Paine represents a trekkers utopia: Glaciated mountains, lots of wildlife and few people, plus the danger of cold, damp musty mornings, lengthly treks and horrific semi-polar conditions to boot.
A unique and heady mix bringing climbers, trekkers, mountain bikers and hairy slacker types from all around the planet.