Flight 2871, somewhere between El Calafate and Buenos Aires, Argentina 8/01/2009
And so my first Patagonian adventure ends. My first because I am sure, as sure as I am that I will go back to Mexico and Ireland some day, that there will a second, a third… who knows? Adventure because, pardon if I exaggerate, these last few days truly felt like and adventure.
I did kilometres on a bike against a wind that forced to pedal even when going downhill, saw and heard unknown birds during walk around Laguna Nimes, got sun, rain, fog, snow and a lot of wind in the three hour trek to Glaciar Grande and Lago de la Torre, indulged my eyes with views I thought impossible and bestowed my legs endless kilometres on the way up to Fritz Roy and Laguna de los Tres, walked on the ice in a glacier as big as Buenos Aires…
For some it might not be very impressive, but for me it was an adventure. Even today, which I spent reading in the sun in the only windless day I got in Patagonia, had something adventurous about it.
Thank you Patagonia. Until we meet again.
