We spent the second half of Semana Santa in Patagonia (El Calafate), which is right down the very bottom of Argentina – completely the opposite end to Salta. Remote, unspoiled and raw; it is a place of extreme natural beauty.
The lodge where we stayed was perched on the side of a hill and you could just make out the snowy tips of Chile’s Torres del Paine peeking over the rim of mountains that rolled off into the horizon. Despite Patagonia’s notoriety for unpredictable weather, we were blessed with bright sunshine and blue skies.
The night sky was incredible – shivering under the stars with a tripod I’d borrowed from a stranger on a Facebook group was definitely worth it.
The view from the window on the flight back to Buenos Aires was spectacular – chunks of continent reduced to jigsaw pieces that slotted into the swirling sea.