In which we don't do much at all
05.03.2013 - 09.03.2013 16 °C
Following our Torres del Paine adventure, we got the early bus from Puerto Natales back to El Calafate, and possibly the easiest border crossing ever. The (mean) highlight of this was a guy from the US having a major John McEnroe style tantrum at the border when he was denied entry because he'd lost his travel documents. Kept us entertained, and the bus literally ditched him there in the middle of nowhere, as did his friend! Bad day for him.
Due to some bad planning (read no planning) for our transport out of El Calafate, we ended up having four days to kill in what is really a very small, very quiet town. This turned out to be a blessing though as we both ended up with horrible colds - that's what trekking does for you - so it was a good opportunity to chill out. Good news for us but bad news for you because it makes this post pretty boring. I'll try and keep it brief.
Back in El Calafate we returned to our most friendliest of hostels, Hospedaje Lautaro, to hugs and kisses from the lovely owner Belen. She was to become our surrogate mum for a few days, telling Marcus off for going out without a coat and giving us lemon and honey for our colds.
With four days to rest up, this meant one thing. Coffee shops. I think we tried every one in El Calafate for a tea (for me), beer (for Marcus) and of course an empanada or two.
We also had a walk along the lake shore...
... finally spotted a single, illusive flamingo (from a great distance) and a few more birds up close...
... and visited that most exciting of landmarks, the town sign.
It was actually really good for us to rest up, we worked out this will be the longest we've stayed anywhere, and we haven't really given ourselves any 'days off', so it didn't hurt. And we needed to recover our strength ready for our next stop... it's time to tango in Buenos Aires.