I can remember learning how to say “Tierra del Fuego” when I had an assignment to research the Portuguese explorer, Ferdinand Magellan in primary school. Fuego means fire and the way it rolls off the tongue reminds me of the gentle fanning of flames you breathe into a new camp…
As I sit here next to a roaring fire, wearing just about all the clothes I own, I can hear the ferocious wind whipping through the low buildings and across the town square out the front of my hostel. I’m also acutely aware that they breed them strong down here…
Today I booked in some brilliant weather from the fairy godmothers, packed a lunch and all my cameras and dressed like an onion. I caught a bus to Hosteria El Pilar just on the north of the national park border to venture the 5hrs hike back to town. All in…
Nestled in the valley with Rio de las Vueltas, El Chalten is the hiking capital of Argentina. Friendly park rangers give all new arrivals a helpful overview before letting you into town. The town is tiny as is, further dwarfed by the sheer grandeur surrounding it. Rancho Grande was my…
Cabalgatas del glaciers is located inside the Los Glaciars national park and is reached after an hour on gravel roads which didn’t deter our “talking a million miles an hour” remise driver. The multi-lingual fellow passenger, Sonya from Spain (who I am convinced is Dee’s doppelgänger), translated a few things…