The next part of our journey was just that, a journey. We stopped in Puerto Madryn and Rio Gallegos for as little time as possible on the way to El Calafate. Puerto Madryn was a small town with not much in it, and Rio Gallegos, well, we didn't even make it out of the bus station.
When we did make it out of the bus station, we drove for about three or four hours before stopping at a random bus station in a random town. Everyone was told to get off, which we duly did, and then the bus drove off with all of our stuff.
Everyone, tourist and Argentinean both, was dumbstruck. Luckily, a little over an hour later a different bus miraculously appeared with all of our stuff on it, and we were able to set off again. During that hour though we met an old man that refused to acknowledge that we couldn't speak Spanish, and he spoke to us the entire time. He was nice.
We got into El Calafate and mooched up a rather big hill to our hostel, one of the best hostels we've stayed in on the whole trip in fact, called I Keu Ken. Recommended.
El Calafate was supreme. Here we went to the Moreno Glacier on an organised tour. The sheer scale of this was ball-splittingly obscene. Unfortunately the batteries in our camera ran out within about half an hour so we didn't get that many shots of it.
Back at the hostel we met lots of cool people, including the very-cool-indeed Sam.
Sam is a girl my age from London, and we ended up travelling around with her for quite some time. We also met Scottish Tony, Laine and Dave, a cool Aussie couple and a bucket load of other people that we spent a lot of time eating steak and playing Shithead with.
We also met some Swedish lads that kept having their smelly shoes stolen by the mental dog that lived outside the hostel. At no point did we plan to travel with them, but we seemed to either follow or be followed by them for the next four months. We bumped into them about half a dozen times in five different countries.
It seemed that as soon as we had got here, we moved on to El Chalten, El Calafate's overweight retarded albino cousin.
When we did make it out of the bus station, we drove for about three or four hours before stopping at a random bus station in a random town. Everyone was told to get off, which we duly did, and then the bus drove off with all of our stuff.
Everyone, tourist and Argentinean both, was dumbstruck. Luckily, a little over an hour later a different bus miraculously appeared with all of our stuff on it, and we were able to set off again. During that hour though we met an old man that refused to acknowledge that we couldn't speak Spanish, and he spoke to us the entire time. He was nice.
We got into El Calafate and mooched up a rather big hill to our hostel, one of the best hostels we've stayed in on the whole trip in fact, called I Keu Ken. Recommended.
El Calafate was supreme. Here we went to the Moreno Glacier on an organised tour. The sheer scale of this was ball-splittingly obscene. Unfortunately the batteries in our camera ran out within about half an hour so we didn't get that many shots of it.
Back at the hostel we met lots of cool people, including the very-cool-indeed Sam.
Sam is a girl my age from London, and we ended up travelling around with her for quite some time. We also met Scottish Tony, Laine and Dave, a cool Aussie couple and a bucket load of other people that we spent a lot of time eating steak and playing Shithead with.
We also met some Swedish lads that kept having their smelly shoes stolen by the mental dog that lived outside the hostel. At no point did we plan to travel with them, but we seemed to either follow or be followed by them for the next four months. We bumped into them about half a dozen times in five different countries.
It seemed that as soon as we had got here, we moved on to El Chalten, El Calafate's overweight retarded albino cousin.
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