So, it is my last day in Argentina. So sad to be leaving my new favourite country, the land of the cheap as chips fillet steak, the even cheaper than the cheapest chips red wine and the lovely scenery.
Since the ends of the earth in the Antarctic we´ve travelled hundreds of miles across Patagonia through the most breathtaking scenery and the strangest of towns - most of which haven´t changed since the 1900´s where people still ride on horse and cart and tourists are still an unusual sight. This place is one of those I hope to return to in ten years and rattle on about how I visited before the tourist boom, before they had Internet, and cottoned onto charging tourists wine that costs more than 20 pence a bottle.
OK, yes there are some tourists of course, but walk along the Fitzroy path or the `W´ walk in Torres and guaranteed every photo will be hiker free - something often impossible elsewhere in the world.
Next adventure then... Chile.
We head across the border and over to a town called Pucon apparently just starting the tourist boom, but our main aim in to climb the active volcano with hiking and ice climbing, and imaginatively get down the volcano by sliding on your bum with only your ice picks as breaks. Health and what now? Yes this may be the point in my trip I appear with a cast on my arm but with an excellent story involving air ambulance and a tanned paramedic. Well, one can only hope...
