day VI - farewell fitz roy

it is kind of an annoying story but we are returning today instead of thursday to puerto natales because the bus system here runs so that you can make it from el calafate to puerto natales in one day only on mondays, wednesdays & fridays, and so, rather than spend another day in el calafate (which we feel we have exhausted) we will be coming home wednesday (because our schedule... and our food supply... does not allow us to stay until friday). kind of a bummer but honestly this park is not huge and though we would love to spend more time here we have seen most everything in these past days... 

but talk about a commute! the plan is to hop a 730 am bus to el calafate, which will get us there just in time to catch the 11 am bus to puerto natales, 5 hours away - and that doesn't include the time we waste at the border crossing back into chile (let's hope that goes smoothly... at least we won't have any food to stress about being confiscated). we are hopeful we'll make it back to puerto natales at a reasonable hour to grab dinner, unpack a little and make ourselves presentable to the semi-real world (because really, I don't think puerto natales can pass as the actual real world)... 

lets see how this unfolds...

  the wind was as wild as ever last night and the one tent that
      was set up so nicely next to ours yesterday had all but
      self-destructed in the night. poles were strewn around it and
      tent shrapnel was everywhere - we hoped the owner wasn't
      inside, suffocating under the collapsed vinyl. our tent, on
      the other hand, had braved the storm unscathed per usual.
      thanks big agnes. 
    

      our alarm was set for about 5:15 (arguably the earliest we
      have had to wake up this entire trip) and we went about
      packing up camp by headlamp and the light from the half moon.
      the stars were still bright, forecasting another sunny day in
      paradise. we had given ourselves plenty of time to pack up
      the tent in the wind, which always proves a bit more
      difficult; and to boil water we would bring along for
      breakfast at the bus station. plus we kinda wanted to sneak
      away in the cover of dark, just to avoid any awkward
      encounters with the campsite owners, (even though they were
      so accommodating of the other vagabonds who commandeered a
      campsite last night and there would have been no
      issue)...
   

      the walk through town to the bus station took all but 15
      minutes, this village - as I would more accurately call it -
      is so tiny there is really just a single main street with a
      second pseudo-main street branching off and that is about it.
      either way we felt perfectly safe strolling through town in
      the dark with all of our valuables on us. nice contrast to
      the huge city of quito in ecuador where I hardly felt safe
      walking around empty handed in the daylight...
   

      breakfast was mochas and nutty blueberry oatmeal with
      honey (in true girls gone homeless fashion - reference a
      9 day camping trip I took with em and miranda one spring
      break where each morning we shared a pot of oatmeal and every
      day we added another ingredient)... this was our best oatmeal
      yet and we enjoyed it sitting in the bus station waiting for
      our early morning ride out of dodge...

back in puerto natales we are happy to be home at erratic rock and 

soooo excited for a shower!! gotta do some unpacking now so enjoy the blog posts

from the week and do not forget to jump back to the post from day 3 of our first trek - 

i just posted the rest of the blog from that ex-stream day :)

day V - vagabonds

this morning we woke to frigid temperatures; I could tell by
      my cold nose - the only thing not covered by my 20 degree
      mummy bag. we did our best to add layers while still snug in
      our sleeping bags then braved the exposure, climbing out of
      our tent to be greeted by an almost deserted campsite
      and yet another gorgeous day.
   

      somehow up before the other three tents in the campsite, we
      made breakfast, savoring the warmth of our oatmeal medley
      & mochas, as the sun did its best to warm the air.
   

      after breakfast we set off in pursuit of the glaciar view we
      had opted against yesterday afternoon when the winds were as
      unwelcoming as they had been. were we in for a treat this
      morning... we knew the day was calm but we never suspected we
      would climb the ridge and our view of the lake would reveal
      water so glassy you could turn on your head and convince
      yourself you're still upright. all of the icebergs that had
      been pushed to one shore by the winds the day prior were now
      spread about the lake, floating freely in the tranquil water.
      near the edges of the lake a thin sheet of surface water had
      frozen, ice crystals splayed out in all directions - how cold
      had it been last night? ...we took advantage of the mountains
      and the mirror imagine reflection, save for the occasional
      iceberg. we had it all to ourselves and we couldn't stop
      remarking on our luck.
   

      once we had exhausted all photos and were threatening to use
      up the rest of our camera batteries, we agreed it best to
      continued with the hike along the rim of the lake toward the
      far end where the glacier flowed. just as we were leaving we
      heard the most unusual noise - a light breeze had started,
      evidenced only by subtle ripples on the lake's surface. this
      wind must have pushed one of the icebergs abbutting the top
      layer of ice just enough that it set a chain reaction going
      and we could hear the snap crackle pop of the ice breaking at
      weak points along the surface. it was wild because it would
      start where the wind hit and then you could hear it travel
      along the shallow water breaking up the ice that was
      meticulously interlaced when it froze during the still night.
      the noise would travel along the shore from left to right
      then right to left, invisible but we couldn't tear our eyes
      away... it was so interesting in contrast to the tink clink
      of the small icebergs or the deep rumble of the massive ones
      yesterday in the strong wind.
   

      ok, nuff of this descriptive stuff... our hike to the view of
      the glacier was epic as expected. glaciers are so cool and on
      our list of things to learn more about after this
      trip...
   

      once back in camp, with the whole place to ourselves at that
      point, we were highly disappointed to have to leave. april
      definitely marks the end of camping season for most here...
      which is fortunate for us because no one is around, and we
      would definitely consider april prime camping time as we
      can't complain about a thing this trek... even the cold means
      clear skies, which make for very sunny and extra beautiful
      days and from what we hear, 5 straight days of sunshine is
      pretty much unheard of here... so basically our picking up
      random trash in the parks has clearly earned us some
      seriously good karma points that we happen to be cashing in
      on immediately. how lovely :)
   

      somewhat reluctantly we made the trek back to el chaltén. we
      arrived in the afternoon, stopped for a coffee and some
      naranja bread (which we enjoyed sitting outside in the sun -
      ok I guess this place isn't so bad), did some souvenir
      shopping with argentinian pesos we needed to get rid of
      before leaving the country tomorrow, used up the last of our
      pesos on pastries from the local paneria, and finally set out
      to find our destination - the one free campsite in
      town.
   

      at the info booth we were disappointed to learn campamento
      confluencia no longer exists - thanks a ton lonely planet.
      instead we were informed our options include one of two
      campsites in town or a campsite about an hour's hike up the
      trail we hiked in on the first day...
   

      we set off to compare prices of the two in town and to find
      out if either would take usd or visa, as we had so wisely
      spent the reminder of our peso cash on souvenirs and sweets -
      yet again we acknowledge the brilliance of our travel
      priorities; dulce de leche then where we will be sleeping for
      the night.
   

      the first was kind of an overgrown side yard with tents
      pitched haphazardly and on hills - how nice. we sent pete in
      with two goals: bargain us a deal and find out how we can
      pay. he returned some time later appearing quite pleased with
      himself, he relayed to me his convo with the campsite owner
      and the gist of it was we could have a campsite for 30 pesos
      (about $6)... I waited... nothing. how can we pay for it? I
      asked pete. oh right, kinda forgot to ask that part... in his
      defense our spanish is pretty rough around the edges and
      communicating even one question, not to mention understanding
      the answer, is a feat, so we let it go and decided to check
      out the other place before returning to ask about the
      logistics of payment... maybe the other place will be better?
   

      the second campsite was further from the bus station but
      bigger and... empty. except for a single tent with no campers
      to be found. the area was much nicer and I took a liking to a
      foal running around the yard who literally rolled on his back
      to let me pat his belly while pete was inside asking about
      prices and other such important questions ;) ...but turns out
      no one was in the building where signs from the street had
      pointed us to camping administration, so we decided to wait a
      awhile. it was later than siesta time but you never know
      around here...
   

      we weighed our options and ended up making dinner in the good
      company of the foal before setting up camp... finally we
      could stall no longer and it was nearning dusk so we set up
      our tent next to the other, readied ourselves for bed and
      climbed snugly into our tent, just as the sun was setting and
      brilliant oranges and pinks lit up the sky - is there no end
      to the beauty here?!
   

      not 5 minutes after zipping ourselves in we heard a car pull
      up and voices... people wanting to camp here too, speaking
      with what sounded like the owner, who had appeared from
      who-knows-where. the gist of what we understood is that this
      campsite is now closed for the winter (maybe they should take
      their sign down), but that the people who had just arrived
      could stay for the night. we spent the next
      I-don't-know-how-long trying to be very quiet so we didn't
      have to deal with whoever owns this campsite, as we watched
      silhouettes of people walk past and flashlights shine at our
      tent (I wrote this with my head in my sleeping bag to keep
      the light from my cell phone screen hidden - Pete's tent is
      very sheer). we were thankful for the wind, which was howling
      and rustling the tent, blending with any sounds we made as we
      finished getting out sleeping bags and situating ourselves.
      we were tucked so safely in our tent, unintentional
      trespassers and somehow bumming a free campsite by sheer
      luck...
    

day IV - iceberg! dead ahead!!

the wind was howling again and i zipped my fleece up, trying to keep my body heat from escaping. the clouds were blowing in over the mountains ahead and creating interesting patterns in the sky. they capped the mountain peak like the characteristic cloud mount hood is named for and I missed home, just for a second :) 

the lake below the glacier-covered mountains was grey and wild, with huge waves and spray thrown about by the wind. behind a barricade of icebergs piled against the lake shore, the water was calmer and occasional gusts would paint designs across the otherwise smooth surface. as we made our way to the water's edge I could hear the tink clink of the tiny melted remnants of glacier pieces broken off, pushed against each other by the wind- it was the most lovely wind chime sound, like ice in a glass only more delicate. and in the background was the rumble of friction between the massive icebergs as the waves shoved them against each other, battling for their place in the lineup...

we are camping at campamento de agostini near lago torre, the iceberg-filled lake I am describing. the campsite is along the roaring murky white waters of the river that drains lago torre. we are set in the shadow of now unfamiliar mountain peaks, as we have spent the day hiking and are a distance from our beloved fitz roy. but these mountains and glaciers are just as impressive and the valley we will sleep in is all shades of fall minus a section of leafless dead trees that lend their own unique beauty to the area. 

get ready for my parenthesis-laden writing:

camp is set (we're ready to enter a contest for most efficient tent set up time), and we just finished dinner, earlier than usual... likely because lunch was not big (just a partially moldy flatbread - yes, we ate it anyway - with pb[thanks em!!]&j ), but memorable just the same as it was enjoyed by the edge of this blue-green lake (all the lakes here are so different in color and I cannot decide which is my favorite), that we may or may not have taken a quick dip in (which I think violates all rules of the park and keeping the water clean so don't tell anyone!!). but seriously, how could we not?! oh that's right, one toe in and you realize the water here is so cold it hurts - literally. 

now I sit sipping my fireball-spiked manzanilla con miel tea (straight from Ecuador and best in the world) and enjoying the satiety from cheesy salmon couscous - what did I tell you? we eat well :) Pete is off taking photos and hopefully not deciding to climb anything too dangerous... it will be an early night, which means we might actually wake at a reasonable hour given our 10 hour sleeping minimum we've been sticking to as much as possible this trip. 

quick addition: this eve offered us the most entertaining clouds, swirling and changing shape before our eyes as they rolled over the mountain peaks that make up our view from camp. we sat and enjoyed the show, wasted some time taking comical jumping photos over the mountain tops, and finally retreated to our campsite only to realize the sky was glowing pink in the other direction. the setting sun had mostly neglected the clouds we watched but in the distance the other direction it was coloring them neon pink, which reflected off the river and turned it from icy grey-blue to pinkish. this place is unreal... 

day III - happy easter (again) ;)

we slept like logs, but hopefully weren't sawing them, as campamento poincenot was pretty packed last night and we wouldn't want to keep our neighbors up. 

before breakfast we took a quick jaunt back to a couple of ponds we had passed on our hike in the day before. our hope was to capture the mountains' reflection in the glassy water during the calm morning - but a constant light breeze foiled our photo op so we settled for semi-ripply reflection photos. we're not complaining. the morning was already bright and sunny, but oh so cold and crisp. I kept looking longingly toward the line of sunlight making its way slowly down the hillside to my right as the sun rose over the mountain range to my left. the frozen earth was crispy below our feet and the plants, frosted white, made for stark contrast with the reds an yellows that are more vibrant here than anywhere else we've seen in Patagonia. 

breakfast was delish as ever. we make our morning mochas better than any starbucks barista and today oatmeal/granola porridge was spiced up with a little honey. life is good.  

we began our day thinking we had two destinations: a steep hike to an even more in your face view of fitz roy and gang (if that's even possible), and then a hike to lago de los tres, which we heard was mind-blowingly beautiful. we followed sparse signs and ended up on the steep track that seemed to lead right to the base of fitz roy. the hillsides surrounding us were ablaze with red and orange bushes and we paused only to fill water bottles from the glacial stream pouring down along the trail... and maybe to climb a few cool rocks. 

at the top the beauty was unfathomable. seriously, mind. blown. and we sat and ate favorite backpacking lunch meal: salami and cheese and crackers, while we took it all in. 

next we headed down to the aqua blue lake to play and take photos and build waterside kerans we hope will stay forever. we know they won't. the weather in this region is as unpredictable as all of Patagonia and we couldn't believe our luck to have another day of sun and warmth.  in fact, there was hardly a breeze up top and we took advantage of the reflection just as we had hoped to capture it this morning. 

we spent all afternoon relaxing in the sun enjoying mother nature's company. before leaving we took a quick peek at another lake nearby with waterfalls cascading down into it from the glacier. this one was, i dont know how, even bluer than the first!! we made haste down the trail until we came to the fork where we believed our next hike would take us to lago de los tres, but that sign pointed to where we had just come from and eventually, with the help of lonely planet's incorrect map & the parque's incorrect map, we eventually pieced together that we had actually spent the day at lago de los tres... feeling a little embarrassed by our poor directional skills we set off on the second side hike, which we had, at this point, determined would actually be to a glaciar called piedras.

that hike was epic but I'm sure I'm boring you a little (or a lot) with all of my redundant descriptors so I'll cut to the chase and say we climbed through an insane boulder field to get a better look at the glacier and paused only to watch a big chunk break off and come crashing down. then we decided to head back to camp because we were but ants in this valley of monstrous boulders and we didn't want to be squished ants when the vibrations from glacier chunks falling off send a boulder rolling. 

dinner was salami noodle soup and it was AMAZING!! actually we really haven't had a bad, or even mediocre, meal out here. so either Pete and I are world class wilderness chefs, or more likely we are always starving and easily satisfied with the camping meals we create. 

the campsite was almost deserted this evening. we played frisbee and chased these giant raptors around camp trying to get close up photos. they totally scope out the sites for scraps left behind, which is odd only because we are accustomed to crows and camp robbers back home and these massive birds of prey have talons that could rip out your eyeballs - but yeah, we chased 'em around to get a photo just the same :) 

in accordance with our perfectly beautiful day we enjoyed another clear night and spent a considerable amount of time staring up at the stars waiting for the shooting kind and searching for satellites. it was another perfect day (and night) in paradise...

day II - fitz roy

our morning was uneventful so I'm jumping to the good stuff... we caught the bus to el chatén and could do nothing more than watch out the window eagerly during the 3 hour drive as the mountains grew closer. there were glaciers visible off to the left and crazy hill contours to the right. ahead of us was the 180 view of snowy mountain peaks. this place is unreal! 

the park's visitor center, where we are forced to stop & learn the rules of the parque nacional los glaciares, is rich with climbing info for those travelers set on summiting the seemingly endless peaks here. for us non-climbers (sigh) the gist of the rules are: be a good human being, respect the pure glacial waters, and keep the captain planet mentality goin' strong so this place will be epic forever. this park straddles the hielo sur, which is the largest ice cap outside of the earth's polar regions. pretty cool (literally ;) ...and it is just this gem of a place that feel so uncommercialized (is that even a word?) given the insane beauty and magnitude of the geographic features here. 

we were dropped off just across the small bridge that marks the start of town. we read that el chaltén has a population of only 900 but that it gets over 100,000 visitors a year. again we are really appreciating that it is nearing the off season for winter - meaning crowds are far less overwhelming, not to mention the fall colors here are exploding!! when you take those two advantages of the end of march/beginning of april and couple it with the fact that the weather has been pristine, we're pretty much in heaven... and seriously, the view is what I'd imagine many would want from heaven.

we walked across town in a matter of minutes stopping only to get one last essential item - ice cream! (hello, do you know us?) ...our 8km hike was interrupted by way too many photos (but when you see them you'll understand - how could we resist not capturing this scenery?!), and a quick convo with our buddies will and johnny from the first trek (reference:  cali guys sitting at the bottom of the ladder who told us to wait til we see the next one), who were also staying at erratic rock when we were there most recently... Patagonia is a small small world. and we set up camp among friends as well: Justin, Jeff and the gang were already set up for the night... we promise, we're not stalking them. 

the beauty of the hike in was way more than I can describe with words and I know our photos won't do it justice so start saving your vacation days and some dinero and I promise you won't regret a trip down here. this place is magical. and the vibrant colors this time of year make it all that more breathtaking. fitz roy was in our faces the whole hike with sun beams projecting between the peaks from the setting sol behind. 

we have got our tent set up slash dinner routine down to an art and despite getting into camp around dusk we were fed and prepped for bed completely by 10:30, giving ourselves just a little time to stare up at the starry night sky - orion's belt in one direction, the southern cross in the other and the bright milky way connecting the two. 

fitz roy and all his buddy mountains were glowing bright, lit up the moon which sat below and behind the forest surrounding our camp. it was like a spotlight on the mountain peaks so we could enjoy them as much as night as we did during the day. I love you Patagonia!! 

day I - great friday

I'm disclaimering this one like yesterday's to say that it is a little dull and might warrant skipping, as I wrote it mostly for our record rather than reader entertainment... sorry! :)

up early with the gang for last minute preparations. we headed downstairs for family breakfast at 7 sharp and gorged ourselves on the usual smorgasbord in the hopes of satiety until 2:30 when our bus is scheduled to arrive in el calafate. I love family breakfast at the hostel. familiar faces of those we met during our first trek who just happened to be staying at erratic rock too. awesome staff making delish omelettes  and newbies getting to know everyone while sharing their stories. 

aside: as I'm blogging this we are on the bus to el calafate... and the most massive condor just flew right over the bus. from a distance they are difficult to distinguish from our run-of-the-mill turkey vultures back home but when you see them closer their size is almost unfathomable!! what a tremendous wingspan. they look big enough to pick me up and carry me away with ease...

we caught the 8:30 overpriced bus to el calafate in Argentina (Argentinian buses are sooo much more expensive than in chile and downright absurd compared to the buses in Ecuador). but heck, why not get another stamp on the passport while we're down here? the boarder seemed like hardly a 20 minute drive from our hostel... pretty easy to drive cross country down here at the bottom of south america. 

at the border we waited in line; some border patrol guy took a paper I thought I was supposed to keep (hope he knows what he is doin); we gave away our passports to the bus driver including that important reciprocity fee document (that's enough to make me nervous); and finally, a couple passport stamps later we were on our way.

guess we lucked out with the border crossing once again as it applies to food. if you have kept up with earlier blogs you know that we purchased all of our food for our treks in the states. trader jo's is fueling us half a world away and literally as we shopped for salami & dried fruits & nuts & honey (among many other things) we researched (thank goodness for smart phones) chile's food restrictions and turns out you are definitely not allowed to bring meats, nuts, fruit or honey into the country. too late, we were through the checkout line and committed to risking it. we tried to forget the many online posts we saw about food being confiscated by airport customs. but turns out we got lucky and disinterested customs guys at 4am weren't bored or hungry enough to confiscate any of our food - amazing!! especially considering that we have talked with other americans who definitely had food taken at the airport. so this border crossing we hadn't thought much about the week's worth of food we were bringing across until after, when we were chatting with a guy from new mexico who has been down here a few months and was on the bus with us - he commented that it was the first border crossing by bus where they hasn't brought dogs on board to sniff out illegal food. whew!! the grocery stores here are pretty expensive and we are well equipped with all of our comforts-from-home food.. happy it all made it!

el calafate is about a 5 hour bus ride. par for the course we slept most of the way. when we were almost there I was looking out the window at the desert scenery when we came around a corner and bam! mountain range in the distance. again it was reminiscent of that part of the drive to bend where you have high desert grasslands and then three sisters, broken top, and bachelor in the distance to the right. but here, rather than the occasional mountain blip on the horizon, there was a continuous, massive, snow covered strip of mountains that seemed to stretch forever, with an icy blue lake sprawled out in the foreground.

the village of el calafate is small. the main strip is a tourist hub and completely designed for the travelers who pass through. gear shops are interspersed with souvenir stores between restaurants. and it looks all too americanized... or actually it really reminded me of whistler, just on a smaller scale - yeah, that nice!

the argentinian peso is 5 to a dollar, which is confusing coming from chile where it is 1(.000) chilean peso to 2 dollars. dinner menus boast prices in the $80 range ($16 usd for a steak dinner is great, but it is difficult to wrap my head around because we've been so in the habit of doubling the chilean peso price to convert to usd... and I love steak but I certainly wouldn't pay $160 for it ;). we hit up a bank for a couple bucks and headed to get ice cream. I wanted calafate flavor - calafate is a berry that looks similar to a blueberry  and is what the region is named for. I wasn't impressed with the sample and opted instead for various flavors of chocolate and dulce de leche. pretty darn good helado here when my standard is salt & straw ;) 

next we hunted for a place to stay. we were told at the tourist information stand that there were at least 4 campsites in town costing various prices of too-expensive-for-my-taste (especially when we spent the last week camping for free in torres del paine and there are hostels as cheap as the campsites in calafate). after some investigation we were really only able to hunt down one of the 4 campsites and so didn't have much choice and forked over the 80 pesos to stay there for the night. at least it felt safe, one of the other "campsites" looked like deserted trailer park junk yard meets texas chainsaw massacre... yeah, we didn't even ask about prices there.

our afternoon was how we had imagined we would spend our afternoons in torres del paine - tossing the frisbee around, listening to music, making dinner in the daylight and playing cards... none of this had really happened on our first trek because turns out when you're hiking 30km a day you don't have a whole lot of extra time or energy before you pass out for the night. 

tucked safely in bed for the night we chuckled as we fell asleep to cars driving by, dogs barking and the campsite generator running, when we were use to drifting off only to the sound of wind and rain... 

wednesday of rest

this is more documentation for us than an interesting blog entry... but I can guarantee at least my parents will read it, so it is being posted.

our original plan had been to come home from torres del paine yesterday and leave today for our next week-long trek. yeah... that didn't happen. 

after our pizza beer binge last night we got a slow start this morn and before we knew it the morning was afternoon and the most we had accomplished was sampling every item offered with the hostel breakfast, including but not limited to: cereal, yogurt, bread with dulce de leche, bread with honey, omelettes, and pretty terrible coffee. 

since this was an unplanned night at the hostel and they were totally booked with 3 on the waitlist before us, we weren't sure if we'd be crashing on the floor or a couch but julie (one of the staff from salem, or) had assured us that we are friends/family and they would figure something out. so we packed up the stinky explosion from the tdp trek and waited. turns out, luckily, two beds became available in one of the dorm style rooms - no floor for us!! 

once that was taken care of we contemplated our to do list for the day: 

-buy cheese.

-drop off/pick up laundry.

but as the day progressed our errands turned into this:

-dropping off the worst of our laundry to be washed for 4ish bucks a kilo... too bad we hit siesta time and had to wait til after 2:30 to drop it off, which meant a late night pick up.

-hand washing dry fit stuff we didn't want shrunk at the laundromat. one bucket + one hostel shower + detergent + trekking clothes = brown water... gross. and we won't even mention where we ended up hanging everything to dry, that was a full day task in and of itself.

-a trip to 3 different banks to try to get $$... chilean pesos disappear quickly!! and are apparently difficult to come by when random atms reject your card...

-purchasing pre-lunch snack of cookies while we searched the town for empanadas for lunch... real healthy ;) and clearly a priority when we are pressed for time.

-souvenir shopping... probably shouldn't have spent so much time  doing this today.

-a break for legit beers at the best (and only?) brewery in town - cerveza baguales (baguales means wild horses)... don't worry, be hoppy :) and we were. and our buddy (the chilean guy with the german girlfriend) from the W showed up - small world here in puerto natales. 

-another quick stop at the store for the essentials: more cookies and cheese. duh.

-bus ticket purchase to el chaltén after 5pm when the lady recommended by erratic rock opened her store ...not like we were doing things last minute at all ;) finally got the buses we want sorted out and then find out it is 104.000 chilean pesos for Pete and I to bus from punta arenas to el calafate then from there to el chaltén and back. in usd that is like $208.00, prob a little more, so over $100 bucks each for us to get to Argentina and back... steep bus ticket prices!!

-pay the online reciprocity fee of $160.00 usd each to enter Argentina then figure out how to print the form we must bring with us. little fyi, we read the fees into countries like chile and argentina are determined for us citizens based on what the us charges their citizens to visit america... so really we have our homeland to blame for the expense.

-a dash to the bus station just before it closed at 9pm to trade over tickets ... almost didn't make it. 

-finding time to eat dinner... more pizza... don't judge us.

-a final shower to tide me over til a few days into april... showers here always take more time than expected because the water is either scalding hot or icy cold and Pete is the only one who has figured out how to get the water somewhere in between.

-oh and just the small task of packing for our next week of trekking...

so yeah, it turned out to be a busy day, and it really wasn't until 6pm that we actually started getting things done. oops. 

overall most of the day was restful, which we needed, and we ultimately did get everything sorted out before midnight. our sleepover was with lauren, a girl from new york who is between jobs and down here doing the circuit with a guide. and also a couple from germany doing the circuit as well. as a result everyone was deep in last minute preparations until late... finally in our bunk beds it was off to sleep while visions of fitz roy danced in our heads :)