El Chalten

So, we decided to go to the Argentinian capital of hiking - obviously - it seemed like a sensible idea,what with Harriet's high levels of fitness. Harriet once told me a story of refusing - when she was younger - to climb a mountain for which she got labelled as "Barbie got lost", I now appreciate this more. Although I must add that she acted like a grown up and only had one minor paddy. Going for a walk with Harriet reminds me of walking my Mum's dog, you get to a point and then you are forced to drag, bully or push her to go any further.

Also, sensibly, we decided to buy a tent. Which again made sense in our heads, it's not like Patagonia is renowned  for gale force winds and rain! Its bright orange and goes beautifully with my hair.

We went for a couple of "treks" and saw some more mountains and a horrendously dirty and small glacier. The highlight had to be walking for 12 km to get to an apparently beautiful lake in front of Cerro Torres - a spiky mountain. Mr Cloud decided that he (or she) did not like us though, and obscured the spike, and the lake turned out to be the remnants of muddy glacier - not so pretty. The hike to and from though was amazing, and the water from the snow melt water streams was glorious - almost better than English tap water - ha.

 Bird with a super cool hairstyle

 Cerro Torre sin clouds

Unnecessarily arty flower photo