Still in Puerto Natales

Well we never got our asado the other night... J bought the lamb, and lit the fire with a bit too much petrol, but then had so much to drink that he never got round to cooking it. No-one could track him down for ages and then I found him, virtually asleep on the toilet. By the time I got back to the hostel, poor Marie was in tears because she´d been terrorised by J´s over-exciteable puppy in the garden, she´d been standing on one leg trying to shake it off her other leg which it wouldn´t stop biting! So we ended up sticking the lamb in the oven, and when it was done J hacked it up in a frenzied attack with a giant knife that terrified us all, splattering fat all over the kitchen floor, walls, himself and us.

Marie left the next morning, and I´ve survived another couple of days so far. This town is quite surreal, as it´s really tiny, with packs of dogs roaming the streets. It´s been interesting staying here for a few days though, as I think normally you´d only stop here for a night or so before and after a trip to the park. Had a nice day yesterday - went for some lunch with the German girls, and then J had very kindly (guiltily) organised for us to go riding with a friend of his up to Mirador Dorotea, a lookout just out of town, from where you´ve got a great view of the bay, the mountains that are miles away in the park, and Argentina. It was the end of Michelle´s time here after working as a guide all season, so there was a big party last night - this time we managed to cook the lamb in the garden. Was a late night, so am sleepy today.