A new month a new country. Leaving the now familiar surroundings of Las Torres after another hearty breakfast and the thrills of a grey fox outside my bedroom window plus horses cantering through the hotel front yard, we headed off towards Argentina and Calafate. 1 hour to the border, 3 hours to get through from Chile to Argentina, and another 3 1/2 to get to today’s goal.
The countryside once again is reminiscent of Australia, this time an undulating Saltbush country look alike replete with the occasional sheep and windmill, which are outnumbered by guanacos. And on the western horizon ever present the snowcapped Patagonian Mountains, the southern extreme of the mighty Andes.
Then with 50 kilometers to go the road dips away into the Rio Santa Cruz valley and the Fitzroy Massif appears on the northern horizon. Something else to look forward to.
There is a map J