Wow, thats a big block of ice!

Trip Start Mar 15, 2006
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Trip End May 30, 2007


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Friday, April 7, 2006

I have just hopped back into Argentina (as you do). I am here on this brief trip in order to visit the Perito Moreno Glacier. In one sense it seems a bit of a nuts idea to jump between countries for just a day out, but this is a seriously impressive chunk of ice, and the things I had heard about the experience seemed worth it.

Arriving back in Argentina, I have this strange feeling that in some way I returning home. Obviously Iīm not, but there is something about my experiences of these two countries so far that makes me feel more comfortable here, though I canīt quite put my finger on why. I think it seems a little more European.

Patagonia certainly is proving to be temperamental. On the day I make my trip, I have the good fortune to pick one where the rain is relentless. I am not usually one to partake of those silly plastic ponchoes, but on this day I relented to the powerful forces of the Japanese tourist, ignore the fashion police and don the monstrosity!

Despite this, seeing the Glacier is an awesome sight, and for once the use of this word seems just. When seen from slightly above on the inbound coach, it is a mass of jagged blue as far as the eye can see. From up close in front, it is colossal. When great chunks of ice break off it, as they regularly do, it takes a number of second before they actually reach the water - giving some idea of the scale, which can otherwise be hard to comprehend. Once they do reach the water, there is an enormous crash that echoes around the area.

Unfortunately, because of the weather I only managed an hour and a half of gazing before I had to give up and sit on the bus. I really wish I could have been able to appreciate the magnificence more.

On my way back into Chile, I found myself with a new power - the power of knowledge. The name īNavimag` seems to buzz around these parts, and everywhere I have been for the last week I hear it. Hanging around in the border offices waiting to get another stamp in my passport, I suddenly feel like the old wise Oracle, with questions coming left, right and centre. I have to say, I think I like it.

This of course is after I have finished stuffing my face with the Cheese & Salami sandwich I had brought with me. They donīt allow food accross the border, so much to the driverīs amusement, I have to stand and devour a foot long baguette in the space of about a minute...oh bureaucracy...
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