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We arrived home yesterday after smooth flights from Buenos Aires (via Dallas). The biggest challenge — believe it or not — was getting pictures off my iPhone and onto my laptop. The regular camera battery died at the worst moment — right as stunning Mt Fitz Roy came into full view on our Friday hike.

Anyway, it took an hour to figure out that I needed to clear some “ghost” USB device plug-ins from the laptop (I guess I now know you should wait for those “safe to remove” messages) and reinstall the iPhone USB driver. I’m still not sure why it started working. I followed the same steps on a comment board and it magically worked the third time. I’ve learned not to question these small victories.

We spent a snowy day holed up in our hostel in El Chaltén. The next day was beautiful and we set out on an ambitious hike to the foot of Mt Fitz Roy. We quickly crested a hill to a spectacular view. Unfortunately, the outlet at the hostel that I attempted to use to charge the camera wasn’t live. After a few clicks, the camera died. On to the iPhone!

The trail went through some forested sections that were beautiful with the fresh snow.

After about 7 miles in, the trail came to a final steep pitch. Leena decided to stay back. A ranger stopped me and wasn’t happy with the quality of my boots (not serious hiking boots) and lack of poles, but let me continue with a warning to be very careful. It was very slick with the snow with some scrambling over rocks. A look back during the final climb:

The reward: an up-close look at Mt Fitz Roy with a glacial lake in the foreground.

The black and white treatment:

A look back late in the day on the hike out.

We covered over 14 miles on a most memorable day!

We took a bus on Monday from El Calafate to El Chaltén, a small mountain village at the base of Mt Fitz Roy. We were lucky to have clear weather and snapped a few shots as Fitz Roy greeted us. It’s like the skyline of Patagonia.

We signed up for a trek on the Viedma Glacier, the largest in Patagonia. We took a one hour boat ride across Lake Viedma to where the glacier met the lake.

The boat docked and let us off on the rocky shore next to the glacier. We climbed for about 20 minutes before putting on crampons and hiking onto the glacier.

From our trek:

Bailey’s was a fine reward after a couple of hours of trekking on the glacier. On the rocks, provided by the glacier, naturally.

Day two started with cafe (sin leche!) y media lunas.

From town, you can just see the peak of Fitz Roy.

We set out on a trek to a base camp for climbers. Incredible views along the way before clouds rolled in.

Our trek concluded at Laguna Torres, a lake formed by ice melt from the Grande Glacier. You can see how clouds rolled in to obscure views of the peaks.

A rope crossing signalled the end of the trail for us. The 20 meter crossing over rushing ice-cold water with no net and a sign to not make the crossing without a park-sanctioned guide and proper equipment also factored in the decision.

So we snapped another self portrait and headed back to town.

Seven hours of trekking earned us a couple of microbrews. Salud!

We flew to El Calafate in southern Patagonia on Saturday and we’ll have a week to explore. It’s a long way down here — we’re now further south than we’ve ever been. We’d hit 45 degrees south a couple of years ago in New Zealand; this checks in at 51 degrees south. The sun is up all the time. It was still light enough to be golfing at 10p last night, and it was bright and sunny for our 7a alarm.

Here’s some pics and video from exploring the Parito Moreno glacier. This glacier is about the same size as the city of Buenos Aires and has been a constant size since first measured in 1917 (notable with most glaciers currently shrinking).

We started with a boat ride to get up close.

A load moan from the ice signalled the first big chunk to fall in. I spun the camera and caught the splash.

After the boat ride, we headed to the “balconies”, a series of catwalks to explore different views of the glacier.

We stopped back through Buenos Aires for a couple of days before heading down to Patagonia. We stayed again in San Telmo, but set up lunch on Friday with a friend of a friend who has an office in Palermo. We took our first ride on the Subte for all of $1.10 each. That’s pesos, so it was barely more than a quarter. Very easy; trains were a lot like the el in Chicago.

We explored a lovely park, then met Juergen for lunch. Juergen’s originally from a small town outside of Munich, met our friends Sandy and Eric while living in the San Francisco bay area, and has lived for the past four years with his wife and two kids outside of Buenos Aires. Lunch was great, and we enjoyed learning more about the country and the culture from someone who’s living it.

Iguazú Falls are located in the northeastern corner of Argentina, right at borders with Brasil and Paraguay. It’s a tropical jungle here: hot, muggy, and prone to sudden and massive downpours. The downpour last night was so strong that a passing motorcycle stalled out.

Here are a few pictures. Hopefully they give you a sense of the place. It’s on the short list of the new seven natural wonders of the world.

We took a boat ride that went up the main channel towards the Devil’s Throat, and around San Martin island to San Martin falls. We were beyond soaked by the end.

The Devil’s Throat — the biggest of the falls — is barely visible from water level due to the mist. Just wait until we get to the overlook…

Finally, we took the long walk to Devil’s Throat. Here’s a shot as we get close to the falls.

More from Devil’s Throat. Awesome!

 

We had two great days in Santiago. We start with a picture of Chilean president Salvadore Allende. Forgive my incomplete rememberance of history, but he became president in the late 60s. He was assassinated in the military coup that put General Pinochet in power on the original and far more tragic September 11th – 1973. Social progress in Chile halted, the “Chicago Boys” brought in Friedman’s (horrendous) economic policies including “shocking” the economy and privitization of the country’s greatest assets and resources. Chile lost a generation of progress and suffered under a really repressive dictatorship.

We moved on to Santa Lucia park in the midst of downtown. It’s a large hill offering great views of the city. You can see the Andes in the background through the ever-present smog.

Next we headed to Cerro San Cristobal, a 600m hill overlooking the entire city. We did not climb this; we took the cable tram (built in the 30s) to the top for a few bucks each. Here’s a look up the hill; the wall on the left has a level top (that gives you an idea how steep this is).

The park features a statue of the Virgin Mary overlooking the city.

Here’s a view back over the city. Santa Lucia park is in the middle of the frame.

The classic self portrait.

All those hills gave us a healthy appetite, so we took a lunch break at a restaurant favored by locals. Great vibe in the restaurant, but everything was in Spanish. We did our best figuring out the menu, then went for Pisco Sours, and two specials of the day: ceviche de local and causeo de patitas. We know ceviche — it’s basically Latin sushi, though we didn’t know what fish it would be. We had no idea what causeo de patitas was. The verdict? Pisco sours: sour, delicious and refreshing. Civiche: fresh, and a bit meatier than most we’ve had. We asked and learned it was trout. Causeo: mysterious cubed meat squares with cheese and olives. Is this blood sausage? Sweet breads? Not bad. We looked it up later: pig leg.

The alarm went off at 4:30a to catch our 7a flight this morning from Santiago to Buenos Aires. Ugh. Check in was a bit nervy as we were told there was “a problem with the ticket” but they somehow squared it away. For Chile, you have to go through immigration both ways. They asked for a form we filled out on the way in. Uh, do we have those? They magically appear for us and we sail through.

Right by our boarding area was a bar called “The Last Pisco Sour.” True, but 6a is a bit early.

We cleared immigration and customs in Buenos Aires with no problem. I then go to the bank to change money. I change Chilean pesos, then a large sum of US dollars. I get back a huge stack, and must admit, I didn’t want to count it with a large line behind me and in such a public space.

We find a cafe with wireless and settle in for a 6-hour layover. I discreetly count the money. It’s 50 pesos (~$12.50) short. I check carefully. It’s short. It’s not a huge deal, but I decide to head back over to the bank. I tell Leena I have zero chance of getting the 50 pesos, but I’ll feel better at least letting them know. What’s to stop me from just taking a 50 out of the pile and giving it to Leena?

I hand over my receipt and the bills and tell them it’s short 50. It’s counted. It’s short. The teller who helped me is called over. She counts. She then hands me a 50 with no questions asked. It takes all of 90 seconds.

Sweet, right? I have this nagging doubt about the whole thing. Like it’s intentional, but if you catch them, they have to make it right lest the transaction get audited somehow. Anyway, I have my 50 pesos.

Shout out to… Niraj! We have cash. He wired it. Thanks.

Shout out to… Shannon! First comment on the trip. Nice.

I am not into the day-to-day update as Drew is. So, instead, here are my observations about what goes on in sud america:

Fashion
You all know that I have nothing to say about fashion, considering what I wear. But the women are ridiculous here – bright, tight clothes that are about 2 sizes too small. Shredded tanks and T-shirts with leggings and gladiators are the norm. I know, right?

Dogs
They are all small.

Priorities
Love a country where you can get on wireless anywhere in the city to post meaningless FB updates but can’t flush toilet paper due to the poor infrastructure. I think they have their priorities right.

Cars
They are also all small.

Drinks
Everyone drinks all day. They carry liters of beer on the streets. It is awesome.

Cleanliness
Pretty much everyone smokes in Chile, yet they all know how to dispose of their cig butts appropriately. Also, there are many street dogs, but no poop to be seen. BUT…in Argentina, it is disgusting – trash everywhere on the streets and poop everywhere.

Hostels
French people skype all day.

Language
I find it much more difficult to communicate in Chile. They drop their S’s, have different words for things than I am used to and speak much, much faster than the Argentinians. It took us a half hour to buy sunscreen! It’s also an adventure every time we go to a restaurant…mmm pig leg.

Personal space
Forget about it.

Transportation
Buses are way more comfy than planes. Bus seats recline all the way back, are plush and there is even on-board entertainment!