After a day of wandering about Torres del Paine national park, seeing majestic condors circling the skies, a rare puma out in the day wandering across the hills, a few guanacos (cousins of the llama) and a horizon of snow-capped mountains, one could really not ask for much more. A curious search on Google brought up the prospect of fine dining at Hotel Singular Patagonia, located slightly out of the city centre, in what once used to be a slaughterhouse on the lake front. As it turned out, it was rather a good idea.
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April 24, 2012
The Singular Hotel Restaurant: Puerto Natales, Chile
April 21, 2012
Afrigonia: Puerto Natales, Chile
My Patagonian romance was in a bloom, having traversed a fair distance in Argentina, it now led me across the Argentine border, across the empty expanse of no man’s land and into the small Chilean town of Puerto Natales. Here lay Torres del Paine national park, famous for its caves, its towering Andean peaks, the condor and as in my very fortunate case, a wandering puma. Even on a sunless day, the landscape never fails to flood your senses with rushes of awe and overwhelming emotion. It’s hard not to feel happier and happier by the minute in such a place, where the world you’ve left at the entrance is a far and hazy memory.
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April 6, 2012
Patagonian Feasting: El Calafate, Argentina
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Leaving the lush green, red and orange autumnal colours of Ushuaia, a short journey on the other side of the mountains revealed a Patagonian landscape completely opposite to one I’d just left behind. Here there were no tall trees or hills covered in greenery, but a barren landscape only dotted by a few shrubs and the native calafate bush, which lends its name to the town of El Calafate.
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April 5, 2012
Patagonian eating: Ushuaia, Argentina
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Having boarded an Aerolineas flight at Buenos Aires and settled into my seat with Bill Bryson’s At Home, a remarkable and extremely humorous piece of work, as all of his other opus’ on life and beyond, I couldn’t help but wonder what was lying at the end of a three and half hour flight, a place fondly known as The End of the Earth. Naturally, there was an unbearable excitement, especially as the plane on its descent took a turn and out of the window was the curved corner of Argentinas southern coast, the piece of land closest to Antarctica, truly at the end of the earth. Patagonia,
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