8 March 2008
Bright and early Saturday morning, Brett and I found ourselves on a bus headed back to Ushuaia. We found a cheap, clean, friendly, and convenient hostel on the main street, feasted once again at the Sala de Bingo (this time, my seafood and rice was divine!), and decided to try another trek up to the glacier. We taxied to a trailhead and joined a group of four affable Argentines with the same goal. After a short, energetic climb, however, we were forced to turn back by a sudden downpour of icy cold snow and ice that occurs only near the summit. The guys kindly gave us a lift down the mountain and shared some advice with me on Argentine Spanish. (No se usa “coger!”)
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