Patagonia

From Calafate to Chalten to Bariloche, it was a three-day affair with Route 40, made known by Che Guevara´s motorcycle trip up the Patagonia. Trekking for a couple of hours on glacier off Calafate was good fun, wrapped up with a celebritory round of Whisky served right on the glacier, and of course, with ice scouped up right off the glacier. Camping by Cerro Laguna was chilling to the bones, but meeting Fiz Roy bathed in moonlight from across the lake can not be done by any other means, and I´d do it all over again (ok maybe with better a sleeping bag).

Bariloche is a place for pleasures. The crispy breeze from the many lakes and peaks around town is served with wine and chocolate. You all know how cultured I am when it comes to wine, but even I´m loving the full-bodied, fruity wine here that seems to french-kiss before rolling down your throat to warm your heart.

Bariloche is at the end of the Patagonia. A couple of flights later, I´ll be in Salta, the Argentine part of the Andies. I loved the Andies on my trip to Peru, which had a different personality all together than the Patagonia. I´m looking forward to see it again from this side.