The famous doorway to the Torres del Paine national park is surprisingly squalid in a charming sort of way. Lots of tin and bright peeling paint makes for an interesting view from the surrounding hills, but is mildly depressing in town.
Trevor and I battled through 40-60mph winds yesterday, biking 50km toward our goal. Then we hitched for 35km to an estancia where we were able to stay the night. It was a fantastically difficult day.
Now that we´re here though, we´re planning to take several days brake from the bicycles, borrow some packs, and trek around the park for four days. It´s supposed to be spectacular.
T&W
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