One Apple A Day #209
Torres del Paine, January 12th, 2017
Patagonia scenario is stunning every time of the day.
But being on the road at sunset was magical.
It was as if we had left this world to enter a new dimension.
The fading golden light was redesigning everything, giving new shapes to mountains, hills and the few trees along the road.
We drove for hours on empty white roads. There was no one around, no houses, no cars, no people. Only us, the kings of Patagonia.
Or the fools. Because maybe there was a reason why no one was travelling so late.
We reached the border at 21:57. It was almost dark, and when we arrived, we discovered that borders aren’t open 24 hours a day. That one was closing in 3 minutes. Again, luck was on our side, and we laughed thinking at all the time we spent taking pictures of the guanacos in the sunset light.
We just had the time to get a new stamp on the passports, and we were in Chile again.
Our destination was a small town just after the border. And it was small indeed, so small that everything was shut. Everything but a brand new hotel in the middle of nowhere, without visible signs outside but with the cowboy style stools on which we are eating a poor imitation of a pizza.