Torres del Paine and Puerto Natales, Chile
Kara says:
Passed briefly, and coldly, through the Torres del Paine national park on the way to Puerto Natales to wait for a ferry. I was recovering from a nasty bout of food poisoning (in civilised Argentina of all places) so my memories of the national park are basically: on bus, not vomiting, good. Pretty view, making me walk, not collapsing, good. Back on bus, get to nap, good. Walking again, cold, but not vomiting, good.
Photo of a waterfall between two lakes - a little bit different, eh? Two glacier lakes, 12m height difference, waterfall. And of a herd of guanacos - like llamas but not. The only camelloid of the llama family that don't live at altitude.
It was rainy that day so we could only half see the high stuff and everything was a little grey but judging by what we saw the scenery on a good day must be fantastic - bluey/grey glacier lakes, green rolling hills, spikey rocky snowy mountains.
My current favourite overheard quote: interested guide talking to Isreali couple asking about the population of Isreal. Girl says "6 million", then after a brief pause adds "well, 7 million if you count the Arabs".
Then got our reward in Puerto Natales - a fancy schmancy hotel room courtesy of the ferry company. I'd forgotten what a real hotel room was like but reminded myself by having a nice long soak in a hot bath and then liberally applying the moisturiser provided ('cause real hotels give you moisturiser!) before sinking into the bed and enjoying the view of lake and mountains. Photo of Karl on a pier on the lakefront with our hotel in the background, photo of pretty lake with mountains in the distance.
Puerto Natales is actually a nice little town in which you might actually voluntarily spend time even if you weren't waiting for a ferry. Although you could tell everyone was waiting for the ferry. You could spot them around town in the cafes and every single person in the restaurant we had dinner in turned up on the ferry later that night, every last one.
We had a stroll around, we made some dog-friends as always. One dog-friend was very insistent we play catch. Or fetch? Fetch. He got a stone and every chance he got he placed it in front of us and then waited expectently for the game to begin. It never did. See photo of Karl and dog-friend both looking at the stone and each waiting for the other to make the first move - who says there's no tactics to playing fetch.
Also photos of one of the cute little houses here, of the cute little rubbish bins carried on the back of cute little metalmen and of the cute little fishing boats.
Passed briefly, and coldly, through the Torres del Paine national park on the way to Puerto Natales to wait for a ferry. I was recovering from a nasty bout of food poisoning (in civilised Argentina of all places) so my memories of the national park are basically: on bus, not vomiting, good. Pretty view, making me walk, not collapsing, good. Back on bus, get to nap, good. Walking again, cold, but not vomiting, good.
Photo of a waterfall between two lakes - a little bit different, eh? Two glacier lakes, 12m height difference, waterfall. And of a herd of guanacos - like llamas but not. The only camelloid of the llama family that don't live at altitude.
It was rainy that day so we could only half see the high stuff and everything was a little grey but judging by what we saw the scenery on a good day must be fantastic - bluey/grey glacier lakes, green rolling hills, spikey rocky snowy mountains.
My current favourite overheard quote: interested guide talking to Isreali couple asking about the population of Isreal. Girl says "6 million", then after a brief pause adds "well, 7 million if you count the Arabs".
Then got our reward in Puerto Natales - a fancy schmancy hotel room courtesy of the ferry company. I'd forgotten what a real hotel room was like but reminded myself by having a nice long soak in a hot bath and then liberally applying the moisturiser provided ('cause real hotels give you moisturiser!) before sinking into the bed and enjoying the view of lake and mountains. Photo of Karl on a pier on the lakefront with our hotel in the background, photo of pretty lake with mountains in the distance.
Puerto Natales is actually a nice little town in which you might actually voluntarily spend time even if you weren't waiting for a ferry. Although you could tell everyone was waiting for the ferry. You could spot them around town in the cafes and every single person in the restaurant we had dinner in turned up on the ferry later that night, every last one.
We had a stroll around, we made some dog-friends as always. One dog-friend was very insistent we play catch. Or fetch? Fetch. He got a stone and every chance he got he placed it in front of us and then waited expectently for the game to begin. It never did. See photo of Karl and dog-friend both looking at the stone and each waiting for the other to make the first move - who says there's no tactics to playing fetch.
Also photos of one of the cute little houses here, of the cute little rubbish bins carried on the back of cute little metalmen and of the cute little fishing boats.
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