Leaving Ecuador we flew to BA for 1 night to eat at La Cabrera with the usual slabs of animal with a myriad of side dishes.
Then another early start and fly to El Calafate in Patagonia. Is there a more lonely and frightening experience than standing alone at the luggage carousel watching an empty conveyor for 2 hours. Anyway, they came good 5 hours later!
We relaxed in our modest accommodation and then went into town. First impression, street of a thousand tacky souvenir shops flooded with ugly tourists (2 notable exceptions) but with good ice cream.
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| Traditional Calafartian folk dance |
Following day driven out
to big ticket item: Perito Moreno glacier. Our guide, mistaking us for complete retards, felt we needed to hear "Don't cry for me Argentina" as we approached our first sightings of the glacier. She takes people here 3 times per week and can't see the big deal about a big hunk of ice.
Anyway, we were totally blown away (seriously) and even more so by the boat tour up to the face of the glacier.
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| The face is 60 metres high |
Following a very
shithouse poor lunch we walked to various view points of the hunk of ice we now know affectionately as PMG.
Drive back to digs and then dinner at La Tablito for monster servings of barbecued lamb, sweetbreads (I don't know how I can eat that crap)
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| They died for our sins |
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| Big hunksa meat |
and then back to bed.
Following a very 
Drive back to digs and then dinner at La Tablito for monster servings of barbecued lamb, sweetbreads (I don't know how I can eat that crap)
to big ticket item: Perito Moreno glacier. Our guide, mistaking us for complete retards, felt we needed to hear "Don't cry for me Argentina" as we approached our first sightings of the glacier. She takes people here 3 times per week and can't see the big deal about a big hunk of ice.
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