March 18 Day 31
Meg was pretty sick so we extended our stay at the hostel an extra day because it was nice. The breakfast included our first fresh fruit since the ferry so we were happy. While Meg rested, I bought upcoming bus tickets, some groceries and dropped off our filthy hiking laundry.
For lunch we went to a tasty crepe place with huge servings and art deco posters of Patagonia that Meg really liked. It was a cold day so we didn't stroll around too much. We caught up with reading and writing and split one of the huge sandwiches that the hostel sold.
We had ongoing problems paying for our room so we got to know our host. She said that she ran one of the first hostels there years ago when there were only a few. Her ex-husband still runs their former location and she runs the new one. Her son, Namaste (she must have been a hippie to name him that) was our server at dinner. She'd seen a lot of changes, with a population explosion a few years ago to a calmer time now that the government has put limits on the number of hikers able to go to Torres Del Paine. Fewer hikers mean fewer tourists than there are hostel beds in town so she predicts that many of the cheaper ones will probably not survive. Tourist town politics are quite fraught.
March 19 Day 32
Meg was feeling a bit better and we had out laundry back so things weren't too bad. Good soup for lunch, postcard hunting and repacking our bags after our hike filled most of the day. We dined at a supposed Patagonia/African fusion place which was good but not astonishing. Not too exciting but good for sickness recovery.
Meg was pretty sick so we extended our stay at the hostel an extra day because it was nice. The breakfast included our first fresh fruit since the ferry so we were happy. While Meg rested, I bought upcoming bus tickets, some groceries and dropped off our filthy hiking laundry.
For lunch we went to a tasty crepe place with huge servings and art deco posters of Patagonia that Meg really liked. It was a cold day so we didn't stroll around too much. We caught up with reading and writing and split one of the huge sandwiches that the hostel sold.
We had ongoing problems paying for our room so we got to know our host. She said that she ran one of the first hostels there years ago when there were only a few. Her ex-husband still runs their former location and she runs the new one. Her son, Namaste (she must have been a hippie to name him that) was our server at dinner. She'd seen a lot of changes, with a population explosion a few years ago to a calmer time now that the government has put limits on the number of hikers able to go to Torres Del Paine. Fewer hikers mean fewer tourists than there are hostel beds in town so she predicts that many of the cheaper ones will probably not survive. Tourist town politics are quite fraught.
March 19 Day 32
Meg was feeling a bit better and we had out laundry back so things weren't too bad. Good soup for lunch, postcard hunting and repacking our bags after our hike filled most of the day. We dined at a supposed Patagonia/African fusion place which was good but not astonishing. Not too exciting but good for sickness recovery.
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| Our room! Exciting, huh? |
Congrats on the epic hike. ImI a little jealous.
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