El Calafate, Argentina

After yesterday, today is going to need to be a bit slower paced. My joints feel better than I was expecting but no appetite for the cycle around the lake I had previously suggested. Fortunately Justin was in a similar mind (although his previous life as a mountain goat ensured his muscles were recovering more effectively) so whilst we caught the 8am bus to El Calafate, I slept most of the way and on arrival we ignored the bike hire flyers. We spent the afternoon strolling around the town, lunch was a avocado waffle sandwich (better than bread!) and several coffees. After the shock of postage charges we bit the bullet and bought stamps for our Antarctica postcards. Each card needed £3.75 worth of stamps, and I had 9!!! Such a crime, even the locals in the queue were shocked. After that episode we elected to cook tonight, finishing some of our food supplies in tuna pasta and enjoying the remaining wine from the end of the world. Squeezed in a ice cream, under the guise of trying out the local Calafate berry (nice – bit like blueberry but tarter) then spent the evening playing cards and reading. I am getting quite excited about Buenos Aires tomorrow, although Justin isn’t appreciating my singing from ‘Evita’.