how do you know when it´s time to go? how do you know when you´re ready to leave? how do you leave? the itinerary on the board says the shuttle leaves at 8:00 am tomorrow. the trek home is a 30+ hour, 3 airport endeavor. i´m sure at some point during that period i will cross that threshold of just wanting to get home. tonight, i get to sleep one more night and awake one more day in patagonia. that is not departure, nor is it denial, it´s just what i´ve easily become accustomed to.
I questioned whether today´s excursion was a sign of overstaying a welcome. A 3 hour trek that began with a walk along the mosquito infested shoreline of the fjord that our guide then decided we could escape if we went up the hill and slaughtered our legs against millions of thorns of the el calafate bushes (um, really, is this the trail? no, really, cause I´m thinking I´d rather be down there with the mosquitoes than up here walking through bushes of razors) to then just climb back down to the swarming shoreline (hmm, guess that wasn´t such a good idea was it Jose Tomas?). Somewhere along the way, the bushes ate my camera lense cap and I had no interest in trying to retrieve it. Where is the Patagonia wind when you really need it? But we prevailed along the Picada de Nalcas and the views of the fjord and gateway to the ocean were lovely. Especially after couple of pisco sours, which I´m convinced worked as a decent alternative to Citronella.
Ultimately, it was the hotel driveway that got me, that told me my feet and legs can go no further as I slipped on the gravel. I completed the W and Fitz Roy without incident, even against prevailing winds, but the driveway was simply too much.
good night.
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