I arrived at midday.
El Calafate, a beautiful town, known to be the entry point to the national park "Los Glaciares", surrounded by desert, in front of a light blue lake.
I rushed to take the afternoon bus to Perito Moreno, the most famous of the glaciars in the Park. Once I would arrive, I would have to spend about 6 hours to take the bus back. I thought... what I could do 6 hours in front of the glacier? I would get bored looking at that same thing..
I was wrong. The glacier wasn't one same thing. There were many different view points, more on the left, more on the right, more from above, more from below... I wouldn't see the same thing in one view point as from the other. The clouds would draw figures on the glaciar surface, the sun would go down, allowing different tones of ice color to appear. The glaciar sound would be different when surrounded by a group of noisy tourists than when being alone, having only the cracking of the glacier to be listened. Big cracks anticipated the falling of big blocks of ice out of the glacier.. was then, the glaciar, the same thing?
I was for sure not seeing the same thing while I was looking at it, but thinking "I should call home to say I've arrived", as when I was just experiencing the glaciar, wondering how can such thing appear, distingushing its different colors and shapes..
6 beautiful hours... sometimes it's nice to be wrong.
