This is the fourth in a series of posts about our trip to Patagonia. This was a pre-pandemic adventure when toilet paper was plentiful, nobody had converted their basement into a face mask factory, and people could hug each other without the fear of dying. Ah, the good old days of January.
In our last post we were waving goodbye to Terry The Mystery Dog and the Fitz Roy Massif. We were sad to be leaving El Pilar, our home for the previous four nights, until our guide Carlos announced that our next hosts had a “VERY special lunch” planned for us. Sometimes I am ashamed at how easy and transparent we are.