More Glaciares!

Lago de Los Tres, at sundown.


Poincenot on the left, Fitz Roy on the right shrouded in clouds.



Fitz Roy, reflected in a puddle.

Glaciares National Park, Argentina

This is a pocket-sized park that surrounds Monte Fitz Roy.



Our bus broke down on the way there, stranding us for three hours or so. I and a few others entertained ourselves by pegging rocks at a large stone from the berm that lined the road (three hits in about twenty minutes... not easy). Eric, who I hiked with later, cracked open a bottle of wine with his wife.



This is the glacier on the back (west) side of the Poincenot needle and Fitz Roy. The is a lake cupped by enormous piles of loose galcial scree, which was very difficult to hike around to get adjacent to the glacier. It was intensely windy on the way back, enough so to move you a foot or two sideways each time you took a step.



Close up of the seracs at the foot of the glacier.



Lago de los Tres, at the foot of Fitz Roy. It's about a hour's hike from the campsite. This photo was taken near sunset; another hiker loaned me a trekking pole to help me get out to this rock without taking a tumble into the lake.



This is the view on the way out of Los Piedras camp site. There are a lot of brooks of utterly clear glacier meltwater, with duckboards and small bridges over them.

Torres del Paine Trek

Me and Kate up towards the top of Valles Frances. The Cuernos are to our left.



Los Cuernos del Paine.


Kate is exhausted, and taking a nap on the afternoon of our third day of hiking. We're on the lawn at Lago Pehoe, on our way to Camp Italiano at the base of Valles Frances.

Above Glacier Grey, leaning into the wind as a passerby snaps our photo.

Kate above Glacier Grey on Day 2.


Leaning into the wind, at a lookup about two hours north of Lago Grey overlooking Glacier Grey. It must've been about a 70 mph wind or so.

Overlooking Glacier Grey. By the short shorts, you can see that we had really great weather for the first few days of our hike.

Kate is not amused by the prospect of the ladders which were lashed to the sides of the steeper hillsides on our hike from our campsite on the beach at Lago Grey up towards Campomento Los Pasos.
Glacier Grey. There were lots of fire-denuded hillsides, and a high hot sun that made me glad I'd packed shorts.

Kate above Lago Grey.

Torres del Paine on the right, above an unknown lake on the way towards the park entrance.

Guanacos grazing in sight of the Cuernos del Paine.

Cuernos on the right, Cumbre Principal and attendant peaks on the left. Shot from the catamaran that brought us from the park entrance to Lago Pehoe, where we started our hike.

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The hill station town of Darjeeling.

A man walking up a steep, steep incline with a trunk and a basket of live hens on his back.


Darjeeling women walking under the bridge that connects Glenary's Bakery to the mall.


There were many, many stray dogs in Darjeeling town.


In the bazaar were fruitmongers, cloth and clothing sellers, hair-cutters, and this man who was making jewelry with a small oil flame and hand tools.

The bright-colored stones, gateway, prayer flags, and hanging bells of the Buddhist shrine at the hilltop above Darjeeling town.

School children make their way home through the narrow bazaar at the top of Darjeeling. All the schools seemed to require British-style dress for class.

This woman was selling hot tea for three or four rupee on the street where Jeeps met travellers on their way to trailheads and nearby villages.

Starting up the trail.

These men are breaking cobbles to size with hammers and fitting them into the path.

Women laboriously carrying firewood from the uplands down to the valley villages.

Tibetan runes carved on boulders alongside the trail.

The trail passed many small villages of four or five buildings and maybe thirty people as it wound up into the foothills.

To the left the porters' shortcut winds up a steeper hillside than the main trail to the right. Whenever possible, we hiked the porters' route.

Buddhist prayer flags on pikes. There was a lot of fog almost every day, on account of a strong wind from Bengal. When the wind swung around and came from Tibet, as happened on later days in the mornings, it was crisp and clear.