Dreams

We woke in Dreams hotel Punta Arenas and went to sleep living inside the dream in Torres del Paine National Park, that we have had for so long.

We were early and wandered the waterfront, enjoying a lazy swell and the sea birds and sunshine on the Magellenic Strait before breakfast (where the chef couldn`t make Max`s omelette because he couldn`t find the eggs) before being seated in a van with two other couples and heading across the Patagonia pampas, hills of  twisted conifers and beech? , farms filled with sheep and cows and the occasional emu like birds whose name I can`t remember before arriving at a `resort` in the middle of nowhere for a snack.  The resort was set in the most beautiful landscaped gardens and a light meal was served before we were on our way again.

We glimpsed mountains in the distance, wound our way past impossibly blue/green lakes and arrived in a travel brochure.  Everything we had read and seen is true, and the mountains overwhelm you with their presence.  The sky was blue, clouds blew in and across, I wanted to pinch myself to believe I was here.

We were shown to our room, a magical view of the little river (Salto Chico) with two tumbling waterfalls just 20 metres or so away, (we left our window open through the night to listen to the water) and then we went for a walk.  3km up hill and down again through vegetation reminiscent of Tasmania and all the time eyes drawn to the magnificence of the mountains.

Superb meal and wine, fantastic accomodation, friendly staff, surreal scenery.  Is this me?  Am I here?

Our room is the window top left