We took the bus to El Chalten with Sam, who sat next to a nice old Spanish feller who was travelling around South America, who showed her his photos of whales and other shit like that.
When we arrived in El Chalten we were struck by the size of the place. It was very small indeed, surrounded by monolith mountains and the sky had a pink hue to it. It was also inhabited by the biggest dog in the world. Unfortunately we didn't get a picture of it, but it looked like this.
Sort of.
That afternoon we ate a lot of homemade chocolate, met three yank girls that had bought every single piece of hiking equipment you could possibly think of, so obviously took themselves rather seriously, but then put on four truck loads of makeup and straightened their hair before going out walking. For an hour.
The next day we put on our makeup and went for a walk to the Fitz Roy Mountain. We were going to attempt to climb a bit of it, but the weather closed in, ruining our hair, so we decided to walk instead to the Blanco Pied Glacier. On the way we also saw some rather genial wildlives.
This was more than mildly impressive and after ten hours and twenty kilometres we got home, exhausted but with the energy to play Uno. And not just any sort of Uno, Crazy Swiss Uno. Those crazy Swiss.
The next day we went on an easy stroll around the hills and got a bit wet, and on the way back we met two American men that were teachers. They said they were enjoying El Chalten but were craving McDonalds. They wanted a burger in the country where you can buy a kilo of the best meat in the world for less than a pound. Peculiar.
When we returned Lane and Dave we at our hostel and we played some more Crazy Swiss Uno and even a bit of Jenga. I said that I had been selected for the under-19 English Jenga squad and everyone took me seriously. I put it down to tiredness.
The next day we set off for a mammoth trek. As we rounded the corner we walked directly into the path of none other than Scouse Irishman Tom. He had been up on an amphetamine and vodka-fuelled night (or three) and unwisely decided he would join us. To be fair he seemed to have more energy than the three of us combined.
This trek was by far the most gruelling, but also the most rewarding, the view from the top of mountain (not quite captured in the pictures above) onto the glacier below was probably the most beautiful thing we saw in our whole year away.
Dagley proved once again she is better than me at jumping in the air with her mouth open.
Is there nothing this girl can't do?
When we arrived in El Chalten we were struck by the size of the place. It was very small indeed, surrounded by monolith mountains and the sky had a pink hue to it. It was also inhabited by the biggest dog in the world. Unfortunately we didn't get a picture of it, but it looked like this.
Sort of.
That afternoon we ate a lot of homemade chocolate, met three yank girls that had bought every single piece of hiking equipment you could possibly think of, so obviously took themselves rather seriously, but then put on four truck loads of makeup and straightened their hair before going out walking. For an hour.
The next day we put on our makeup and went for a walk to the Fitz Roy Mountain. We were going to attempt to climb a bit of it, but the weather closed in, ruining our hair, so we decided to walk instead to the Blanco Pied Glacier. On the way we also saw some rather genial wildlives.
This was more than mildly impressive and after ten hours and twenty kilometres we got home, exhausted but with the energy to play Uno. And not just any sort of Uno, Crazy Swiss Uno. Those crazy Swiss.
The next day we went on an easy stroll around the hills and got a bit wet, and on the way back we met two American men that were teachers. They said they were enjoying El Chalten but were craving McDonalds. They wanted a burger in the country where you can buy a kilo of the best meat in the world for less than a pound. Peculiar.
When we returned Lane and Dave we at our hostel and we played some more Crazy Swiss Uno and even a bit of Jenga. I said that I had been selected for the under-19 English Jenga squad and everyone took me seriously. I put it down to tiredness.
The next day we set off for a mammoth trek. As we rounded the corner we walked directly into the path of none other than Scouse Irishman Tom. He had been up on an amphetamine and vodka-fuelled night (or three) and unwisely decided he would join us. To be fair he seemed to have more energy than the three of us combined.
This trek was by far the most gruelling, but also the most rewarding, the view from the top of mountain (not quite captured in the pictures above) onto the glacier below was probably the most beautiful thing we saw in our whole year away.
Dagley proved once again she is better than me at jumping in the air with her mouth open.
Is there nothing this girl can't do?
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