So, we´re pretty far south now, three days on buses (not counting the stop in El Chaltén) down the route 40. This far south there are very few trees... hell, even grass seems to struggle to grow. The days are longer, like at home, but there´s apparently still a hole in the ozone layer because you can burn in a couple of minutes. We´ve hooked up with a Porteño called Damian so we´ve been practicing our listening (a polite way of saying we can´t get a word in).

Calafate is pretty touristy, which is good because I need to buy a fleece... if I hadn´t discovered that the gulf stream isn´t responsible for our temperate climate up there I´d be thanking it right now. It´s a comfy 18C during the day, feels like more in the sun, but it cools down at night and in Ushuia it rarely gets above 13C.

We´ve been spending the last week watching comet McNaught when we remember... at first it looked like some brightly lit plane & contrail combo but then it didn´t move (this was in brightly lit twilight sky... we weren´t being spectacularly dumb, well no more than usual anyway).
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