in the waiting line

* this entry from 3/8 *
In the Waiting Line, Los Glaciares National Park, Argentina

Perito Moreno Glacier, a massive crack like nearby thunder, the sound lingers. Full pillars of ice, their weight crumbling in on themselves, collapsing into the lake below. And behind them, new pillars of ice stand in line.








Andean Condor

Perito Moreno is considered to be among the small percentage of glaciers that is not retreating, advancing up to 2meters per day. With all the noise being made about global warming and the retreating of glaciers and collapsing of ice shelves, despite the controversy of whether this is anthropogenically induced, a majority of glaciers are still on death row.

An hour bus ride back to El Calafate, the sun sets outside the window, and in its place rises the moon.

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A walk from the bus station to the hostel, with hands in pockets, I stop by the market. At the checkout line, vegetables and a roll of cookies slide slowly down the conveyer belt. An unlikely song is playing in the background.

Later that evening from the Hostel’s dorm room, there is a view through the neighboring house’s window. Inside, illuminated by a warm orange glow, someone is being swung – back and forth – in a hammock.


...at the moment, San Pedro De Atacama, Chile
at a warm and stuffy internet hub. My mouth and nostrils are dry. I want water, but that requires me to get up and buy some... okay.. getting up.