I fell in love with the barron surroundings and snowcapped peaks, and still felt excited knowing that the feeling of traveling to new places has a greater effect on me than any drug on the planet ,(cliché alert!!) ..travelling is my drug addiction..
Still mentaly recovering from the hangover of a week early i new i had to get back into a social mood to meet some other travellers.
. so signed up for the all you can eat and drink BBQ and unsurprisingly got drunk.. Recently my accent has been bothering me, I knew that whilst on the road I alter my mumbly London accent into something of a clearer universlly accepted English, at the start of my travels that was sounding Australian to many people, anyway recently a couple of close friends I'd spoken to pointed out I had a Jamaican lilt.. I didn't believe them untill i was drinking with some Irish girls at the hostel and they were wondering if I had a little Irish in me because they picked up on me saying t'ree instead of three and ting instead of fing (thing).. the next day on the Perito Moreno Glacier tour I had a Mexican girl question my accent too.. stating I don't sound English.. ive never been fond of people who speak with fake accents, and might be sounding like one of them, infact it bugs me big time so i'm gonna watch 'Lock Stock' and 'Snatch' a few times to get it back straight..
Anyway the glacier was amazing and very memorable, there are heaps of info on the interweb so dont need to go on repeating it on here for the millionth time.. One thing unique to my visit was a fellow tourist who came onto the glacier to trek up and down it.. I haven't laughed so much in a long long time.. This old guy, who mustve been about 70 fell into an icycold ice pool, unfortunatly our group was split up into English and Spanish speakers so didn't get to actually witness this schengenfrued.
. and before I found out what happened saw him with a little bit of blood on his chin getting led off the ice, I assumed he just skidded over or something but after the tour was over with and we were sipping our complimentry coffees u could see him explaining what happened on the other side of a glass window. I couldn't here anything but just saw him making breaststroke movements with his arms to his captive audience, it then just clocked and later confirmed he'd gone right under and had to swim to the edge of the pool. The guy took it well and was all smiles and the last I saw of him he was dropped of at his hotel door wearing trendy trekking clothes borrowed from the guides with his soaking wet gear in two plastic bags ready to explain what happened to his waiting wife.. poor guy, I'm still laughing as I'm typing this up about two weeks later..
I had plans for the navimag boat to take me up the fjords of chile but the days were out of sync so would have wasted a few days waiting for the departure, in the end I booked a spur of the moment ticket to peurto madryn that a few travelers had just come from and sounded good.. It cost 275 pesos for the bus, 9 pesos more than normal but I had gone to an independant agent booth at the calafate bus station, so had to pay the 9 for her to walk a few windows down with my money and personal information whilst I sat and watched me getting taken for a mug..
So 'El Calafate' is a town solely built on it's close access to the Perito Moreno Glacier, it is a total tourist trap and glad I spent all my time in the town inside the 'America Del Sur' hostel, which is one of best best places I've ever stayed in, the heated floors truely won me over amongst the great staff, beautiful views, clean dorm and bathrooms, amenities etc..