So after a short and inconsequential bus trip of 30 hours or so we arrived in El Calafate more than slightly worse for the wear. A cracked windscreen, a missing wingmirror and a partial running over of a hitchhiker later, we arrived. The views though were stunning; Condors, Rheas, Alpacas and the Andes, enough said.
El Calafate is home to the Perito Moreno- a big but beautiful chunk of blue ice. In every way this glacier is incredible. The sheer vastness (apparently the size of Buenos Aires), the blueness of the ice, the spectacle of house sized wodges of ice cracking off. -
Who would have thought that there would be a lake just by the hotel with tonnes of Flamingos. Now we had always thought that Flamingos belonged in hot places - it turns out not. These ones we have been told happily stand on the frozen over lake in the winter months - loco.
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