Ice Ice Baby

So I walked on that icy bad boy - how´s that for a tourist cliche? Pretty cool though. It was all crunchy and blue, like and i got to wear crampons and feel like an explorer. Obviously I ate a bit. I felt all rebellious, until the guide hacked some off and gave it to me in a glass with whiskey.

(It´s the Perito Moreno by the way - one of only three advancing glaciers in the world for you geography types - pretty impressed by the guides, explaining Milankovich cycles in their second language - Check me with my long words, Andy P, I paid attention in some lectures).

Not done a fat lot else in Calafate. Eaten a fair amount of meat (reckon about 2kg), drunk a fair amount of wine and done a whole heap of sleeping. Quite enjoyed myself.

Had two attempts at being outdoorsy and doing hikey stuff. One was thwarted by a pack of stray dogs (so not a fan of animals you can´t eat) the other by barbed wire (Damn the man).

Now heading back to the north to wilt in the ridiculous heat. Enjoy the rain, gringoes.
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Shouts

Dee - It´s been silly fun. See you in Carnivale, lass. Got me a costume. I say costume, it´s really just some whipped cream. I´ll look proper boss.

Silent shouts

Auntie June - one of the few people who could consistently beat me at Scrabble....

...All those people who said "and a funeral" when I said I´d miss four weddings while I was away, not acually that funny, was it?