Arrived yesterday in Bariloche, Argentina. They definitely know how to make better coffee on this side of the border. The Chileans seem to have missed the concept entirely - they don´t know what they´re missing.

After the Torres Del Paine epic we rented a cabin on the shores of a lake at the foot of a volcanoe, on the edge of a national park! It was very quiet.... almost too quiet. But we went white water rafting on the Petrohue River, and I thought I might be about to die.
Rob loved it.

After that, kicked about a bit in the Chilean lake district, drinking dreadful coffee, and getting bitten to bits by bedbugs.

Tonight we fly to the buzzing metropolis of Buenos Aires, and then soon back to the wonderful familiarity of the UK for Christmas with friends! Hopefully this will signal a break from:
1. My red fleece, which I seem to have worn every day for the last 3 months;
2. Pokey hostel showers;
3. Loo´s which lack any loo-paper; and
4. Re-packing the backpack every morning, trying in vain to shove everything in.