Just like the last post I can't really be bothered doing a description of all the things so this time I'm just going to annotate photos. It's Patagonia so enjoy. So many new desktop backgrounds to choose from. Punta ArenasBasketball courts in Punta Arenas. Don't miss the board, it'll go in to the sea and end up in Tasmania. On the long walk back to the hostel in Punta Arenas there was a cemetery. We went for a peek. Roast chicken. Dog. Reminded me a bit of the red train in Perth (Tasmania) which I used to play on, on the way to visit Nan and Pop in Campbelltown. Down by the water in Puerto Natales, one step closer to the National Park. T'was a nice sunset. We started on the second. Great conditions expected. The advice of “get on last to get off first” was spot on. Les Mis fans, this is the number, right? Or was it 34601? (I have since checked, it's 24601.) Ready to go! After the walk up to the first camp site, we set up the tent then walked on to some lookouts, one of which was across this bridge. Glacier Grey. The foray to the lookouts was much less busy than the road to the camp site from the catamaran. I had some time to relax and take timer shots. Apparently this guy is pretty rare. It's a red headed woodpecker. This fella wanted in on the tent action. He'd been kicked out of his home by the missus for drinking too much and always getting in late. I bought him a beer at the bar which cheered him up a bit. He wanted to get straight on his bin bag bitches to drive home, but a quick breath test showed he was over the limit. I didn't report it to the rangers. These flowers were interesting. I like the view from the top. The colour of the water was pretty beut. Bridges in the National Park ranged from ridiculously over-engineered to blatantly unsafe. This was in the middle of the range. This was near the second camp, Camp Italiano. The water was freezing. I spent a lot of time watching this mountain. On the way to the second camp. The amount of time you've spent watching a mountain waiting for a small avalanche will determine how much this photo means to you. EP, Yo and Robin. Walking along the blue lake on the third day. About twenty minutes before the camp site, there was a little beach with a beachfull of skipping rocks. Is this a photo of Tasmania which got mixed up in here? We will never know. The view from the second lookout in the Frances Valley. Jan chillin'. Looking back up the Frances Valley. Some switchbacks down to the lake. I miss switchbacks on my bike. Heading up the final part of the W. Outside the final camp. The Towers! Swim time. Pose time. GTFO time. Destroyed by a rampaging river. “Map made from recycled stone.” Interesting claim. Illing by the towers. Chilling by the towers. Huevo! Breakfast! This is an angry man on a snowmobile chasing a small animal which is about to have a wave crash on it's head. There is a cloud in the sky. Puerto Natales and Punta Arenas are both home to the most well fed street dogs in history. I left Morgan and EP in Chile and headed to El Chalten in Argentina. I couldn't book the bus to El Calafate because it was full, so I hitchhiked to the border, caught up with the bus and asked the driver if I could get on (he made me pay, but that's ok), which wasn't full. He took me to the junction towards El Chalten where I tried to hitchhike for an hour. I gave up and got a lift to El Calafate where I then paid for the bus. Met up with the Germans again. I made Henning spend so long to take this photo as I wanted it. Photo does no justice. This view of Mount Fitzroy was epic. The water here was much clearer and tastier than in Torres del Paine. Nearly as good as Tassie water. Beautiful clear lake. With a nice little beach. Looking back as the sun was setting. A view of El Chalten. Apparently during winters here there are only about 50 people who stay. Pretty epic place for a town.
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