The previous day, that is the day I did the 7 lake circuit with people was supposed to be a sucky day. So some people from the hostel put off their trip to check out a glacier, glacier negro (sounds awesome right) for the next day.
They also had an extra spot in their car.
And they let me take it (in care you couldn’t guess).
What was pretty cool is that some other people caught wind of our plans, rented another car and followed us. Such stalkers.
Our trip didn’t start off perfectly. #1 we drove awhile and felt that we went past the turn to get to the national park that housed the glacier. #2 the car I was in needed gas and we were supposed to have passed a gas station earlier
We realized this just as we came to a picturesque stop, so our driver decided to double back and check it out while we took pretty pictures!
You might be able to make out in Pretty Picture 1 a hill/wall of dirt and rock that one could climb up in order to take better pictures. AND SO THE ADVENTURE BEGINS. You know, every time I climb up places that people normally don’t climb up, people are nervous for my well being. I guess this time they had a bit of reason. I mean the rocks weren’t secure in the dirt. I had to carefully test each hand hold and each foot hold before putting my full weight on it. Thank you Sensei for forcing me to constantly practice with shifting my weight. But as I got closer to the top, there were less rocks and my feet began slipping in the dirt. But hey, I’m still here. Haven’t gotten rid of me yet.
Our driver and friend (he wasn’t just our chauffeur, in fact without him we wouldn’t have even put this together and gone, so go Elik! You rock!) came back and picked us up. He found the road we needed to turn on to get to the glacier but wasn’t able to find the gas station. So we all went with him on the Great Search for the Gas Station. The map said that it was supposed to be in this tiny village right near the dirt entrance of the park. But on the other side of the park, there was a kiosk. I felt special as the designated translator of the group. According to the nice lady at the kiosk, it was an — number of meters further up the road. Fortunately I was able to tell everything this. Unfortunately I could not assist in telling how long until we would arrive there as I don’t measure in meters. Stupid U.S. measuring system.
We had a pretty good plan going in. For some reason, the roads are one way roads until around 4 PM. Approximately every 4 hours they change from one way, to the other way. The road to the waterfalls was one-way to the waterfalls until around 10 AM. Which is when we got there. The road would not open up again for us to hit the waterfall until 4 PM. Sigh. So we turned onto the bridge to go straight to the glacier.
By the way, big day for me. First time ever seeing a glacier. Woop!
Stopped here for a bit, but then the tourists started catching up. Quickly people, BACK TO THE CARS!!!!
They were doing a challenge to see if you could throw a rock into the lake that was actually the melted glacier, which was actually pretty difficult. None of the girls could do it by the time I came down. After my first throw, they had hope, at least of us might get it in! All those dodgeball nights now coming in handy, I hand off my camera to the girls, to keep it safe. Wind up, a couple steps forward with some momentum. Close but no cigar. So I try a couple more times until someone gets concerned that I’m going to fall off and in and do it being a railing to keep me safe. Bad idea. Somehow I end up throwing the rock into the ground. Good thing no one was there.
Okay I’m done. Take my camera back. I’m good. But they continue throwing and my competitive spirit overcomes my knowledge that I am just WAY too good at hurting other people. So I take another crack at it, blaming the railing for my failure and try throwing again.
Oh thank the high priest of ponies that I didn’t hit anyone. Okay, done, done, done, done, done. So done. I sit with another girl who also gave up throwing as we watch the others succeed and fail. We laugh at one girl who throws the rock nearly straight into the air. At last it’s time for the final challenge. Oh damn I can’t help myself. I try one last time after everyone else. Away from everyone else. Everyone knows to back up and give me my space.
And yet I somehow hit the railing with the rock. Miraculously, I didn’t hurt anyone. That is a first for me. So go me. Rock throwing skills however, need some work. Especially when there’s no one else around.
With still awhile left before we can leave the park (one way road switches direction every couple of hours) we move onward.
…To be continued