| Tuesday December 6,
        2002 El Calafate, Argentina Yes, we are about to leave
        Argentina. We have thoroughly enjoyed our visit here, but
        it is time to move on. We take the bus tomorrow morning
        to Puerto Natales, Chile. From there we hope to hike in
        the Torres Del Paine National Park for a few days, then
        we we will be heading north again.  
        But, I have to back up in time to our last days in
        Buenos Aires... 
        If you are in Buenos Aires, you have to go to a Tango
        show. That is where it all began.
        We chose to go to the establishment of Seņor Tango. It
        isnīt in the best part of town, so included in your
        ticket is transport in a minivan. We got picked up by
        Georges who told us we had 10 minutes after the show to
        locate him and get back on bus 16. This seemed ominous
        but I guess it avoids all kinds of nasties like not
        finding a taxi home or being robbed.  
        When we arrived at Seņor Tangoīs big barn of a
        theatre, we were escorted to the third balcony and took
        seats overlooking the central stage. The show was a
        sumptuous production full of costumes, smoke and lights
        and music. We were presented with a history of tango,
        beginning with two live horses circling the stage and
        working up to present day. The numbers were
        professionally done and very entertaining. Interspersed
        were songs by a woman tango dancer and several numbers by
        Seņor Tango himself. The background music was supplied
        by a traditional tango band with accordions, strings and
        piano. We even had numbers by a second, larger band
        consisting of older musicians and more accordions. The
        mostly Spanish audience obviously knew and appreciated
        the performers as they were given enthusiastic, and well
        deserved applause. Before we knew it, the two hour show
        was over. It was after midnight, so we joined the rest of
        the audience to find our bus ride home. 
        Our last day in Buenos Aires left us time for another
        walking tour. We headed for the Recoleta area. On the way
        to this upscale part of the city we walked through the
        well treed Plaza Vincente Lopez. Nannys had lined up
        their strollers at the entrance to a large play area and
        watched while their charges played. Meanwhile their dogs
        were safely stowed in a fenced in area near the play area.
        This looked like a great idea but my suggestion is that
        Buenos Aires institute more stringent Stoop and Scoop
        laws. The park was redolent of dog poop. 
        Our chief destination was the
        red brick walled Recoleta Cemetery, final resting place
        of the rich and famous in Buenos Aires. The cemetery is
        crammed with ornate family crypts, each competing with
        the next for the latest in statuary and ornate ironwork
        doors. The most famous grave is that of Eva Peron. We
        just followed other tourists to find the right spot.
        Judging by the fresh flowers on the door and the number
        of memorial plaques, she still has a special spot in the
        hearts of the locals. 
		
			
				
				  
				Family Crypt in Recoleta Cemetery | 
				
				  
				Evita Peron is buried in Recoleta too | 
			 
		 
        Right next to the cemetery is the historic Iglesia de
        Nuestra Seņora Pilar, built in 1732. Besides admiring
        the ornate silver altar, we paid AR$1.50 (about 0.75 CAD)
        admission to visit the cloisters. This gave us a brief,
        interesting history of the church, founded by the Recolta
        monks, a branch of the Franciscans. It is claimed that
        the history of this church mirrors the colonization of
        Argentina. 
        By the time we left the church we were hungry, so we
        headed for a restaurant recommended in the Lonely Planet.
        As soon as the waiter realized we were rather deficient
        in Spanish, he brought over the manager whose English
        wasnīt much better than our Spanish, but who was kindly
        determined to help us interpret the menu. In fact, he
        brought over another patron, who did speak English, to
        make sure there were no mistakes in our order. While we
        were eating, another customer sitting nearby struck up a
        conversation with us. That has been our experience so far.
        We have been treated with nothing but politeness and
        friendly interest. 
        One of the best features of our hostel in Buenos Aires
        was the communal sitting and dining area that allowed you
        to meet and trade experiences with our fellow travellers.
        Our last night we shared a pasta dinner, cooked in the
        small kitchen, with an Australian girl, an Italian, a
        Columbian and an English couple. It was great fun. 
    
        
		
		  
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        The next day we flew off to Puerto Madryn, on the
        coast more than 1000 Km south of Buenos Aires. We chose
        the plane over a 20 hour bus ride over flat, scrubland.
        Not very interesting scenery. In fact, most of the
        southern part of Argentina is like this. South America
        was a lush grassland with lots of dinosaurs until the
        Andes reared their heads. The rain from the west was cut
        off and the land east of the Andes became desert. 
        What a shock. We had just acclimatized to the heat of
        Buenos Aires, and we were back to cool spring
        temperatures of 19 C. It is only going to get cooler as
        we travel south, so there is nothing to do but get used
        to it! 
        We went to Puerto Madryn to visit the Peninsula
        Valdez, a sanctuary for sea mammals. We were not
        disappointed. We signed up for an all day tour the next
        day, Thursday, and took off in a minibus early in the
        morning. Our first stop was Puerto Piramid, on the Gulfo
        Nuevo, to board a whale watching boat. The Southern Right
        whales come to this area every year to have their calves
        and stay several months until heading off to better
        feeding grounds. We were lucky as the day was sunny and
        calm, perfect for a boat 
        ride.   
        Puerto Piramid has big tides and no central wharf, so
        the inhabitants have devised an ingenious method of
        launching the tourist boats. About 36 of us were marched
        down to the beach where our boat was suspended in a
        cradle and attached at the bow by a long handle with a
        Massey Ferguson tractor at the other end. We climbed
        aboard on a ladder and sat down while the tractor revved
        up and pushed the boat over the beach and into the water.
        When we were in deep enough water, the boat took over and
        backed off the cradle. Quite neatly done. 
        
		 We didnīt have
        to go very far until we were in whale territory. There
        were two mothers with their calves between us and another
        tour boat. After the mothers give birth they stay in the
        area for about three or four months without feeding. To
        conserve energy they spend most of the time floating
        around near the surface, so it easy to see them. We got
        close enough to one mother and calf that I thought we
        were going to bump into them. They stayed right next to
        us, then dove under the boat, giving us a good display of
        their huge tails. We managed to get close to them again
        before turning back to the shore and giving them a rest. 
        Back on shore, we loaded into the minivan and drove to
        the north end of the peninsula over gravel roads. The area is flat and dry with
        no vegetation except scrub bushes. Ranchers keep sheep in
        the area but the land cannot support very many of them.
        We did manage to see several guanacos, which are small
        delicate llamas, a Rhea (ostrich) and a hare the size of
        a small dog. We also got to visit with two fat armadillos
        who live in a burrow beside our minibus car park. Our
        driver told us they are so fat because all the school
        children who visit feed them. They were quite tame and
        scuttled out to be fed by us too. 
        
		 At next two stops were to see
        huge elephant seals lounging on the beach. There are 40,000
        elephant seals along 90 K of the coast and this was part
        of them. Males grow a huge fat, ugly nose as they get
        older and compete to control a harem of 30 to 150 females.
        There were a few males in the colonies we saw and they
        sure were large and very lazy looking. Most of the action
        on the beach was from the younger males practising their
        fighting pushes and emitting loud burps. In the ocean
        just beyond the seals at our first seal stop we had a
        bonus sight of about four whales slowly making their way
        down the coast. 
        The next day we stayed around Puerto Madryn to visit
        their very interesting Ecocenter. We walked about 3 K
        along the beach front to where the center is built on top
        of sandstone cliffs. Just outside the center was a
        monument to the Welsh colonists who landed here in 1865.
        Their first homes were caves dug into the cliff walls.
        Remnants of several of the cave dwellings have been
        preserved for view. The Welsh must have had a cold and
        miserable first few years in that windy spot. 
        We spent a long time in the Ecocenter enjoying the
        displays, viewing videos and reading up on all the sea
        animals and birds in the area. We climbed up to a tower
        viewing room where comfy sofas invite you to sit and read
        one of the many illustrated books on the Peninsula Valdez
        and Puerto Madryn. 
		
			
				
				   
				Getting to know a penguin | 
			 
		 
        Another reason for visiting the Valdes Peninsula is to
        see the Megallanic penguin colony at Punta Tombo, south
        of Puerto Madryn. There are about
        500,000 breeding pairs that visit this colony from
        September to April every year, so we took another minibus
        tour to see them. I spent last year in New Zealand
        raptuing about the six or seven penguins we managed to
        see so I was looking forward to seeing more of these cute
        little birds. Little did I realize there would be so many
        of them. They passed so close to us that we had to watch
        that we didn't step on them. We saw them swimming ashore
        and hopping and waddling up a steep path to their nests
        where their young were calling to their parents with
        sharp squawks. They were very intent on their business of
        reaching their young and we were very intent on
        photographing as many of them as we could. 
        After leaving the penguins we drove to the small town
        of Gaiman, one of the first Welsh colonies established
        after the abortive first attempts at cave dwelling in
        Puerto Madryn. It was a pleasant little town with a few
        of the original Welsh stone cottages, the remnants of an
        original railway built by the Welsh and a few pretty
        teahouses. 
        We ended our day with an interesting visit to the
        Museo Paleontologico. The area is rich in dinosaur
        remains found imbedded in the limestone cliffs. We were
        told that this now almost desert area was once a tropical
        paradise until shifting plates of the earth pushed up the
        Andes. The high mountains blocked the rains coming from
        the west and the lush plains were transformed to deserts.
        That is why the whole of Argentina south of Buenos Aires
        is so desolate and dry. 
		Our next stop was El Calafate. Once again we opted for
        an expensive flight to avoid a boring 20 hour bus ride.
        It was worth it. At least we got our first glimpse of the
        Andes as we approached El Calafate.  
        The main reason to visit El Calafate, on Lago
        Argentino, is to see the Glacier Perito Moreno. We took
        an all day bus excursion as it is 87 K around the lake
        from town. We had a guide with a sense of humour,
        sometimes a little black as he bemoaned the effect of
        thousands of tourists on a sleepy little village. He said
        people who choose to live in this otherwise godforsaken
        part of the world are rather eccentric and he was no
        different. The population of Patagonia averages 0.8 per
        sq K. It even takes 4 acres to support one sheep. That is
        because it is so barren and windswept. South America
        extends farther towards the South Pole than any other
        continent, so there is nothing to stop the winds that
        circle the earth. 
		
			
				
				  
				First look at Perito Moreno Glacier  | 
			 
		 
        The Glacier did not
        disappoint. It is named after Francesco (Perito) Moreno,
        who is considered the father of the National Parks in
        Argentina. He was one of the first non-native persons to
        explore Patagonia. For his efforts, he was awarded a
        large tract of land in the area which he promptly gave
        back to Argentina with the proviso it remained unchanged. 
        The Glacier, which has a front of 5 K, ends in a sheer
        blue snow and ice cliff, 60 M high in places, that
        descends into Lago Argentino. The continual snows far up
        in the mountains force the glacier forward at a rate of 2
        M per day. As soon as the warm spring sun hits the
        glacier, it begins to calve. This means that there are
        loud booms and rifle cracks as huge sections of the
        glacier split from the front and crash into the water,
        sending icebergs sailing down lake. We spent a lot of
        time admiring the glacier from the cliffs facing the
        glacier and from the extensive boardwalks and platforms
        built to accommodate all the tourists. We tried to guess
        when the next and biggest crash would occur. In the
        afternoon we boarded a small boat to sail parallel to the
        glacier and get an even better view. We heard a loud boom
        and saw a huge section of the glacier fall away at the
        far end. It looked as if this had weakened adjoining
        sections so the boat speeded up to bring us closer. Sure
        enough, more of the glacier gave way. One section crashed
        into the water disturbing a submerged iceberg that
        breached into the air like a frozen whale. We all madly
        snapped pictures. 
        The next morning we headed off on the bus to El
        Chalten, a center for hiking and mountain climbing. It is
        only 225 K from El Calafate, but 195 K is gravel. The bus
        can go no faster that 40 Km/hr over this section so it
        takes 4 1/2 hours to get there. There is nothing in
        between except a few lonely ranches (estancias). At least
        the scenery became more interesting as we approached El
        Chalten. We passed by high sedimentary cliffs and had
        good views of Glacier Viedma as it ended in the Lago
        Viedma. We had to stop twice along the road. Once to let
        a family of Andean geese waddle across to a pond on the
        other side and another time to scare a small herd of
        Rheas into the fields. 
        El Chalten is a motley collection of hostels and
        restaurants servicing the growing number of tourists
        attracted to the mountains rising behind the town. There
        are no paved roads in the village and consequently the
        fierce Patagonian winds cover everything with dust. It
        doesnīt sound very appealing, but if you are a hiker or
        climber, it is the perfect spot. We managed to follow
        just a few of the multiple trails available.  
		
			
				
				  
				 El Chalten Waterfall | 
				
				  
				Lago Del Torre  | 
			 
		 
        The first day we
        had an easy walk to a pleasant waterfall and then
        Wednesday morning we set out for Lago Del Torre, named
        for a craggy peak next to it. We started out with our
        rain jackets on, but as soon as we climbed away from
        windswept village, the coats came off. The clouds were
        hanging over the mountains so our view was partially
        obscured but it was a nice walk. It took us 2 1/2 hours
        to reach the lake, by which time our jackets were back on
        to protect us from the light drizzle emanating from those
        clouds. The small turquoise lake was nestled in the
        bottom of a bowl, 2/3 of which were 50 M high gravel
        moraine hills and the other 1/3 was the terminus of the
        Glacier Del Torre. We
        climbed up the side of the moraine to follow a path along
        the top edge, but the fierce winds blowing across the
        lake from the glacier forced us to find shelter on the
        protected side of the moraine hills. We found a nice spot
        with a view to have or picnic lunch, then went to explore
        a campground in a grove of beech trees to the left of the
        lake. This is a base camp for climbers and for those on
        guided expeditions on the glacier. A couple we met in the
        hostel were on the glacier hike that day. From town and
        back again it was a 14 hour day with only a half hour
        lunch break on the glacier. I would love to do the trip,
        but I would stay in the campsite before and after the
        glacier walk. Several companies offer tents, sleeping
        bags and meals for a glacier trip. 
		
			
				
				  
				Fitz Roy peak  | 
			 
		 
        The next day dawned clear and blue, which is unusual
        for El Chalten, the perfect day to see all the peaks. I
        had been hoping that the cold I was developing would just
        go away, but it was not to be. I was going through too
        much Kleenex to go on another hike. I just stayed nice
        and quiet all day, reading a book while Ray had a great
        day hiking up to see Fitz Roy Peak, the most famous and
        difficult climbing peak in the area. It is only 3441 M
        high but the sheer rock sides make it a technical
        challenge. Ray walked up first to the base camp for
        climbers, at 800 M. He had
        great clear views of Fitz Roy before the afternoon clouds
        started accumulating again. From the camp he hiked up
        another 400 M to the Lago de Los Tres, a small tarn at
        the base of the mountains, named for three French
        climbers who were among the first to successfully ascend
        Fitz Roy. The lake was frozen over, the ground was snow
        covered and ice pellets were falling, so he didnīt
        linger there, but considered himself lucky to have seen
        as much as he did. 
        That same day, we took the 6 PM bus back to El
        Calafate. It is daylight until almost 10 PM at this
        latitude, so we were able to enjoy the landscape again.
        About 8 PM, 75 K out of El Chalten, our bus was flagged
        down by a couple on bicycles. They had just made a turn
        that brought them right into the wind. They would be
        lucky to make 10 Km/hr over that loose gravel. They were
        exhausted and realized they were not going to make El
        Chalten by dark. The bus driver told them there was a
        minibus coming along in about 45 minutes that could take
        them into El Chalten, but not their bicycles. Their
        bicycles would have to be left next to the road to be
        picked up by the incoming bus the next morning. They had
        no choice but to wait as there was virtually no other
        traffic on the road and no place to stay. If you want to
        bicycle to El Chalten, you have to have tents and be self
        sufficient or you put your bike on the bus for that
        section. 
        We are back in El Calafate for the day, doing chores,
        but tomorrow we are bussing south to Puerto Natales, in
        Chile. I am recuperating, so by the time we are ready to
        hike in Torre Del Paine, I should be fine. 
        I imagine everyone is getting ready for Christmas back
        home. It hasnīt hit us yet. There are some decorations
        around, but nothing like the overkill in North America!
        We donīt know where we will be on the 25th, but
        wherever, it will be an adventure. 
        So, goodbye Argentina, we did love you, and hello
        Chile! 
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