One Apple A Day #207
Torres del Paine, January 12th, 2017
It’s eleven in the night. We are eating something the chatty owner sells as pizza and drinking a cold local beer while sitting on two saddles at the bar counter of a brand new hotel. We are only the second group of clients since the opening. It’s expensive but who cares. We feel good, and we can’t help but laugh thinking at the day we had.
It looks ages since we left the Perito Moreno, but it was only a few hours before.
It took a while to leave the glacier. At every corner, we had to slow down to admire the wall of ice from a different angle, and on every straight, we had to slow down because of an old driver with a hat taking the whole road and having made a mission to stay under 30 km/h.
Back in Calafate, after a coffee and some rest, we decided that instead of aiming to Puerto Natales we would go straight towards Torres del Paine, a tiny village just over the border in Chile and close the homonymous massif. It was 7 pm, and it was probably not so wise to hit the road to go to a place we didn’t know in another country. But we are adventurers, not sages.