After just a couple of days in El Calafate, I decided to move forward with my journey. With no plans or schedule, I just went to the bus station and bought a ticket to a city that seemed to be in the direction of "the end of the world". After some hours on a bus, and another passport stamp, I made it to Puerto Natales, Chile. In the actual city, there was not much to do. On the afternoon that I arrived, I walked through the nice little town which seemed based entirely around trekking the nearby mountains/national park called Torres del Paine, which means towers of the blue (paine is an indigenous word, not spanish). The one thing I did do, was follow the advise of a local woman, who told me where I could have the best sandwich in the town. Now, I didn't try any other sandwiches in the Puerto Natales, but there is no doubt in my mind that this was THE BEST!!
Not only was the sandwich amazing (beef, caramelized onions, a fried egg, and A LOT of avocado), but it was also served Chilean hot sauce (there his a huge lack of anything spicy in Argentina) and also a wonderfully dark beer (most of the beer in Argentina is similar to something really terrible, like bud light). This may have been the most heavenly meal I have eaten since leaving the U.S.!
I had an evening in a quiet hostel, then got up bright and early to head out to the Torres de Paine national park. I went with a tour group because the park is so large and spread out, I wanted to see as much as possible in a short time.
My entire day was filled with incredible views and the most stunning blue and green waters I've ever seen.
After a long day in the sun and wind, I returned to the town, where I ate another one of those incredible sandwiches, explored the little town a bit more, then called it a night. I had plans to leave bright and early the next morning to my next destination-- Ushuaia, the southern most city in the world.