Posted by: Jay & Christina | May 7, 2010

What the @#$%!

After that night’s rest, we woke up bright and early in order to catch a bus. We boarded the bus half-asleep, minds rested from the comfort of beds, but bodies still aching from all the activity from the previous days. The main reason why Christina and I decided to head back to Calafate directly from Torres Del Paine was to have enough time to visit what was referred to as the ‘Mother of all Glaciers’ in South America. We didn’t really know what to expect. We heard it was big and that it was the size of Buenos Aires, but that was about it. We could not really relate to Buenos Aires, as we didn’t really have a clear picture of how big that city was, until we rounded the peninsula that gave us our first view of the ice monster. We were sitting on the wrong side of the bus, and after a quick glance, we just sat back down and settled to listening to the ‘Oohs and Aahs’ of all the other people. It looked like it was going to be a day where cameras were going to be put to good use, and forefingers were going to be sore. A few minutes later we arrived in Perito Moreno.


My first real view of the Glacier, brought me to utter the title of this post

We got off the bus at about 10:30. The bus driver began telling us all something in Spanish. From what I understood he was giving us directions on where to meet up for the ride back to Calafate: ‘a las quatro y media, paradero, arriba’ and we left with that. (This is pretty much how we understand things now-a-days.)

The day was filled with walking along the balconies that overlooked the Glacier. It was a sunny day, nice temperature, just an occasional wind gust from the glacier that was freezing cold. We were impressed with how the Argentine government made this place accessible to anyone.

So how big was big? Let’s just say that from where we were standing, there was no way someone could view all the exposed ice-face of the glacier in it’s entirety. One would probably have to climb to the peaks of the mountains behind us, or even further back, to get a look at it. Below are some pictures which I hope convey how big this thing was.


Boat carrying tourists closer to the ice-face


The boat from a little further back


People staring out into the ice-field


Panoramic showing one exposed ice-face. The white speck on the right is that same boat.


Panoramic showing another exposed ice-face.

Half way through site-seeing, we bumped into the nice Chilean girls from the previous day. We were sad to not say our proper goodbyes the previous night, and to wish them well in their travels. Christina and I were dead asleep on the bus that night, and it was Sandra who woke us when we were near Calafate. Who knew that on the following day on the balcony, we would give each other proper farewells, exchanging contact info, giving each other big hugs and kisses on the cheek. We said our goodbyes, not expecting to see each other again.

On the way to lunch we ran into the girls again! We sat next to them and got to know each other. After lunch we took a farewell picture and promised to see each other either in California or Chile.


The three nuevas amigas. Sandra, Christina, and Zadia

This photo turned out to be one of many farewell pictures during the rest of the day. When we arrived back in Calafate, we ran into the girls again on the streets. We joked ‘Who is stalking, who?’ And since fate seemed to bring all of us back together, we decided to have dinner. There we were, two groups of strangers, now new friends, sharing each others experiences, enjoying each others company. So goes another story about what Christina calls a broken record, and what seems to be playing a great song. Our grandparents must be watching over us.

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Responses

  1. I think my favorite picture here is the one of the ice field tahts crazy! it looks soo fake! like your on some hollywood set.

  2. Honestly, was a pleasure to have met you.
    I laughed a lot and enjoyed the company.
    I know we’ll meet again.
    is a true, is a amazing the perito moreno.
    Es algo majestuoso, pocas cosas me impactan y éstas es una de ellas.

    Es espectacular saber que otras personas sintieron lo mismo que nosotras al ver tan bellos parajes.

    Un abrazo.

  3. aps!!!
    i forgot
    What the @#$%!
    jajajajajajajaj

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