Glacier Martial

Yesterday (3rd of February), I didn't do much and decided not to write about it, instead I'm gonna include what little happened here. I bought a new pen as I had lost my old one (sorry mother), it turned out to be black with glittery silver stuff in it, it would squash what you had written once you moved your hand over it (when you wrote on the line below), and if you managed to write something, it would take 30 minutes to dry. I also met Timo again, he found me standing in an ice cream store, however I didn't buy an ice cream, as ice cream cones in Argentina are always the cardboard kind, and that just isn't yummy. When I was making dinner I began talking with a Californian named Layden (I think), who gave me some of his fried mushroom and onion for my pasta. When I told the guys from Buenos Aires (whom I am sharing room with) that I was coming there, they invited me to come visit them, once I get to Buenos Aires; something that I will certainly follow up on. That was the entire day.

Today (4th of February) I decided would not just be an idle day waiting for that Wednesday bus; so I got a taxi to the base of the mountains behind Ushuaia (I didn't know how to get there), got the chairlift up, and walked upwards for about 1,5 or 2 hours before I reached the snow, and then another 20 minutes up and you couldn't go any further (most of the snow/glacier, wasn't stable enough to walk on). It was very beautiful, and I nice walk in fresh clean air (although the snow was dirty), and I did get some good pictures. You can of course see all of this here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/twaize/. The trip down was 45 minutes, down the chairlift, after which I decided to walk all the way back to my hostel which took about 1,5 or 2 hours; quite a scenic walk (some of the pics are from there), and definitely worth it. Back in Ushuaia I bought a lovely new pen, some pasta sauce for my dinner, went back to my hostel for some lunch and wrote a fourth of my five postcards.

Now that is where I thought the day would end, but oh my was I wrong. After I had eaten dinner (19 or 20ish), I found myself once again talking to the guys from Buenos Aires (David, Santiago, Leo and Oscar) from my room, and although I had already eaten, they invited me to come with them to their dinner (they ate out). It was a very fun evening with lots of talking (they speak English); and around midnight they wanted to go to a pub, but couldn't find an open place. So we went home to bed, but not before I was invited to come to the Lagoon the following day, I was told it was a very nice place and I had indeed thought of going, but didn't feel like it alone; so this was just perfect.
But before I end for the day, I have one last thing to mention; and that is the place where the Argentinian boys chose to eat, they played a lot of famous songs, except they were all dubbed into Spanish... Oh the horror.