06/02/2012 - 07/02/2012 7 °C
Gore-tex, conger eel and cyclonic winds. Punta Arenas is the gateway town to Torres del Paine. Stepping off the plane the ‘adventurer’ in you seems to be drawn out (still trying to drag it out of Mrs Murray). As we await our bags the mountaineering pretenders who are descending on this place to tell stories of their heroics are busily donning the boots, thermals and waterproofs.
I can’t help but laugh at the sight… its still above 10c outside, we are still in the arrivals hall and there is absolutely no need for any of this kit to go on. So many dreamers.
Punta Arenas offers up little more than some cozy drinking holes, restaurants and of course many places to buy that last minute beanie or thermal sock. I choose to load up on conger eel soup (local delicacy), a few glasses of carminere (local red) and a delightful little piece I picked up at the town square market (see photos) while Kaz went for a more conventional beanie with pom pom atop.
A day or so in Punta Arenas gives just enough time for those final tune ups before attempting the towers. Lets hope there are no false starts…
With final prep over, its time to get on with what we’re all here for, Torres del Paine.