err. I'm on the road traveling with great movement between Chile and Argentina, tours are organized in a country and take you to another, and vice versa. The exchange is constant, but only native citizens, the movement is mainly foreigner, backpackers and retirees. We are looking wonderful, exotic and that this region offers it, no doubt. Because between the sadness of the Patagonian landscape, pure steppe, pampa pure, are the Andes, a natural border between the two countries, which hide some magnificent mountains and what can be considered one of the largest fresh water reserves in the world: glaciers . I'm in the Southern Patagonian Ice Field. 
El Calafate, Argentina view err tourism. El Calafate, inns, hostels, apartments, cottages, restaurants, bars, grills, barbecues. Patagonian lamb. Sweet chocolates. Browns. Shops, crafts and clothing. Lots of clothes, lots of shopping. That is El Calafate, the most flourishing city in the recent Argentina. New buildings, everywhere. And a great avenue, where the movement is concentrated foreigner. Up and down. Has grown from 6,000 inhabitants. 7 years ago now have 17,000. And still growing. Hunger
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card. I happened again, I left the card at the cashier. The time between giving you money and asking if you want to perform some operation, it is too long and until you learn me tend to forget, some so badly that I lose. I consumed six, four and two credit debit Fortunately connection with the Caixa in Spain has worked to perfection and RB Henar it seems worthy to me. Email, drop, high and new application. Thanks H. And the views of the Peninsula during this trip has fueled my hunger rack.
err Patagonia steppe. No way live here. It would be like ... damn me to suffer for life. The air is unbearable. Mind you, I speak, others may seem like paradise, but those winds ... the complete lack of trees, the beauty of Patagonia is a myth that surrounds the Andean part of the southern Argentina, the rest is pure DRYLAND, packed sheep. Large steppe areas that I travel, the monotony of the landscape, err, it is very hard. In the distance some farm (ranch, farm). Miles and miles of plain, pure wilderness. The desert is gaining ground. The people who live there must be a special forging. I admire them. If you come to Patagonia to rest to be forgotten, here is to walk, or come to give you walking in mountain areas and / or in the sea to see bugs, or permanent home you hide from the wind.
Perito Moreno ... a flip 10% of the land area is ice. Nature has become transformed. He has put on ice, pure ice, a landscape shaped by a huge mass of water-white, ice is not white, not transparent, a great language, whose depth is lost in the horizon down unstoppable, sweeping everything in its way. It is a glacier .
Ice, no snow, ice pure 2 m per day progresses, the Perito is one of the few to move forward and not back, "is a flip. Observe how collapsing blocks of 60 m (20 floors), tons of ice to dissolve in water and at the same time is nothing to the grandeur of the glacier, is a flip too fat. Hear, hear the loud noise "scares" that is created when a block is another apparent flip, more if possible, because it ignores the crack of nature. The small tsunami that was created after the collision is another flip. Its five km wide are impossible to cover in sight, only from afar can appreciate its beauty, the romance of the place. About ... beauty is other, more aggressive, more powerful, more Lysergic. 
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