Jenny’s mucky snood

We’ve been dropped at the end of the earth and it’s freezing. After a month in Buenos Aires – during which time we fulfilled personal goals by consuming an entire cow each and drinking our bodyweights three times in red wine – we have flown down to Patagonia.

The only flights we could get were business class, so we spent all our remaining money, and we now have to live in a second-hand tent for the next three weeks. Jenny is over the moon. She loves camping. Show her a bent tent peg and her eyes mist over. She’s dusted off her snood and each night she keeps me up with stories (apocryphal, I suspect) of her days as a Brown Owl.

I keep thinking about the things we’ve left behind – the baking weather, the beautiful girls, Pacha, clubbing outdoors at seven in the morning as the sun rises over the ocean, tango, steaks for 25p. Tonight we will be eating spaghetti and sauce warmed over a butane flame. We’ll eat it fast, before we really taste it, and then put on all our clothes and go to bed.

Of course this place is not soooooo bad. Today we visited a glacier. Took a boat out to the face of it and watched vast chunks of ice crack off and plunge into freezing electric blue water. The camera is broken so we have no pictures, but the best way I can describe is to say it looked like the place Superman lives in Superman 1. OK, wait, here’s a picture off google.

Tomorrow we go to Chile on a bus, where we’ll head to a national park and live there for a week. Then we have plans to get on a cargo ship which sails to the Chilean lake district via the Pacific Ocean.

Time’s running out for this bit of our year-long holiday. We have to get to Australia in time to get festive jobs – making turkey sandwiches at Subway and ushering little Oz kids on and off Santa’s knees.

Until then or whenever, hope everyone back home is fantasticlly well and enjoying all the things we’re missing so much. Think of us when you turn the heating on. xx