El Chaltén, Argentina
Upon arriving at El Chaltén, Andrew and I had no hostel. We made a little bet – I predicted being turned away from 4 hostels, he predicted 11. Oddly enough, I was right – but we ended up at a pretty dingy place for the night. We decided we would search for another hostel with openings for the next day, and buy some groceries for the hike tomorrow.
El Chaltén is a pretty small town, but it felt a little strange – nearly every single building was a hostel or something dedicated to tourism. There were barely any houses, and barely any locals either – I could hear more Hebrew (and even see it – many signs, including official park trail signs, were in Hebrew) than Spanish! The “super”mercados are something I would not call “super” either – every grocer was quite lacking, but that’s the case when you end up in an isolated town where you can’t even get cell phone reception with an Argentinian SIM card. We find our next hostel, prep some chicken and avocado sandwiches for the next day, and have a wonderful Argentinian stew called locro (pumpkin, beans, meat, other yummy stuff) for dinner. Continue reading