Day 11 & 12: Punta Arenas (to Torres del Paine)

We are packed, it feels, for the apocalypse. David has 65lbs of gear and I have 40lbs.  

The week ahead

The week ahead

We struggled to get food and supplies yesterday because it was both Sunday and still off-season (see above photo). Luckily David bought an updated whisperlite that can handle canister and liquid fuel because white gas was nowhere to be found. One shop was open to sell us wind pants (at an insane premium—good thing I love top ramen, cause I'm living on it when I get back), as the wind has been both constant and fierce. In the evening, the rain turned to big globby, wet snow. All the best restaurants were closed, but we did mostly okay with what we found. The mixed local grill included giant mussels (my phone was dead(, smoked pork, chicken, sausage, a greasy chapalele, and inexplicably one boiled American style Oscar Meyer hot dog. David tried and did not like a pisco sour, while I tried and did like a vaina (port, egg white, chocolate powder). 

Today, we head to the park. The catamaran isn't running (off season, and not posted online, grumble grumble), which might add a day to our hike. David wants to climb a tower, which may add another day. In any case, I'll be offline until we're back. Six days or so. 

Woohoo! Booze! 

Woohoo! Booze! 

The weather sounds brutal, but we've got tons of food, fuel, and layers. I'm really stoked. See you soon.