The most expensive shit of the trip
Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
371Trip End Feb 26, 2011
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The first part of the trip was another boat tour up and down the South face of the glacier (we did the north face yesterday), the Lady wasn’t feeling great though so left me to battle it out to get a few pictures with the hoards of manic DSLR wielding photomaniacs (that said some days we take so many pictures it is frightening)
As soon as we got to the top platform I was taken aback, a completely different view of what must be one of the most amazing natural phenomenon’s in the world. This thing is just amazing, one of the posh women from last night had been telling us she would argue that it is not actually a glacier as such but the remains of the ice fields now being fed through glacial processes. We didn’t have much to say to that, but even after about 3 hours we still hadn’t had enough, we just sat listening to the creaks and crashes as the ice would fall off the faces into the water. The time had come though to jump back on the bus and refreshingly we were back in town by 16:30. We picked up.... pasta and tinned tomatoes (wow this is exciting isn’t it), a couple of bricks of red wine and a litre of beer (also cheap at about 80p) to last the next few days. Erica skyped her folks from an internet cafe before they left for holidays and we got back to the hostel. We started trying to get sorted for flights and buses for the next few days but it was really frustrating as the internet was only working intermittently so just as you thought you were getting somewhere everything would just disappear
Oh yes the reason for the title of the blog, I had on my screen at one point a return flight from Buenos Aires to Rio de Janeiro for £200 each (about the same as the bus, but with a full day in Uruguay as well (which was ideal as we had been wanting to go to Montevideo). The loos here are all en-suite and while hostels boast about this I hate it, if you want a plop the whole dorm listens to it then gets the pleasure of smelling it when you come out. As our dorm mates decided they were heading into town and would be back in an hour I dropped the laptop ran to the pooper and plopped a bit of a smelly plop. Then I had to use the Lady’s deodorant as well as trying to waft the smell out of the window (the loo is not on an external wall) so I was running around the room with a towel. By the time all that commotion was done I got back to enter my credit card details and the price of the flights had increased by about £70 each meaning they were no longer affordable, Erica said “serves you right that was the most expensive poo of the trip”.