Calafate to San Martin de los Andes, 2,000 kilometers on Argentina’s Ruta Nacional Cuarenta (40). Dry, dusty prairie. Dust storms. Nothing but prickly grass all the way to the horizon.Winds so fast we could put Sparky (the car) in neutral and still be going 120 km/hr. Continue reading
We spent a couple of days in Calafate, Argentina on the edge of Parque Nacional Los Glaciares. Calafate is cute in a chocolate-shop-and-travel-agency-every-two-feet kind of way. There is expensive camping and expensive pizza and expensive everything else, so what’s not to like? On our first night we treated ourselves to a parilla libre (free grill), aka all you can eat chorizo, morcilla and lamb. Knowing Macky and I, you can imagine that we ate our 70 pesos worth. Continue reading