At goddamn last, I left Ushuaia, the 33%-inflation-per-year-town. Incredible how fast the money disappears from your wallet : food, drinks, drinks, tours, drinks, clothes, drinks. Amazing. Rather incredible time there, though. Nice "end of the world" taste sometimes, throughout the chaos you meet in bars, in weather, in landscape mixes, in my Hostel (Ohmagad), and so on...
A bit of the way out landscapes !
I enjoyed the sea-looking desert in particular. Amazing.
Well, we all know everything about the landscapes when you're travelling between towns in South Argentina. As someone was explaining to me here, the emptiness between huge crowded modern steel-glass-and-concrete cities, when you are driving a car, is incredible. The change is brutal, total, weird. Anyway.
I arrived in El Calafate after say 20hrs of travel, including 2hrs of custom fly-fucking and 3hrs of wait in Río Gallegos (again !?). I arrived in my Hostel substantially tired, but, fortunately, a bed was free (my booking had expired in cause of my bus missed the day before).
The day after, I went to visit the town a bit ! Here are a few pictures I took. Once again, the landscapes in South aren't that different from France (except, of course, for the color of the sky). But the point is that the mix of "types" is pretty original.
Here, you have that "garrigue" style, of quite dry soil, country side kind of white daisies and so on.
Waoh, this time, you add a few horses and mountain-like landscape.
Now... Mmh, let's see. Oh, yeah. Some waste-ground items : a washing machine wreck, a tire. Horses are still there, though.
I know what you want. Some beach, sea, sand ? Here you are. I mean, kind of.
As a conclusion, pour a huge amount of water in these lands. A Camargue-like volume, yeah.
Of course, I couldn't keep from running amon daisies. With my quarter of a sheep on the head, and my FCUK jumper (thank you Jamie).
Oooooh look at these poor horses, torn apart by a fence, and tied to trees, among flowers. Horseméo and Jumenliette.
God. Those clouds. I'm looooving it.
Some more horses, for the hungry people :
That's it for today !
Tomorrow, I'll walk on the Glaciers, and you'll get some fother mucker pictures, trust me. ... I hope.
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