Torres del Paine National Park


Fine, settled, - oh but wait! We were told that you can't proceed without an Chilean guide. "Of course, we're picking up the guide when we start the Chilean part of the journey tomorrow morning. We're just going to the Hotel." We no, you can't cross the border without a Chilean guide. "But all those other buses went through without a problem!" Irrelevant. You can't cross.
So we sat for a half hour while a guide was rounded up, drove to the border, got in the bus, drove us 30 feet over the border, left the bus and returned home. We then proceed to the hotel.
Once we had managed to pass the border we skipped any opportunity to get coffee and kept going to minimize the wait time for the Australians. The tour Leader began to speak about the rest of the day and happened to mention that we would be staying in a hotel that used to be a meatpacking plant built ~1907. It was active as a slaughterhouse and cold storage facility until 1973 when the land taken back by the government. It then sat empty for decades until some enterprising outfit decided to turn it into a hotel/museum: The Singular Pantagonia
The facility was built so the livestock could arrive be processed packaged frozen and stored until ships came up the fjord to pick up the products and ship it out. They processed the hides, pelts, etc. The Cold storage was put towards the lake. Currently, the bedrooms are the cold storage rooms. They preserved the machine shop, the generators, the forge, the Tannery and many other areas as museum areas but then also repurposed some for current use.
Here, the forge was repurposed as a bar for during the high season
This is the view out our window. You can see the dock going out into the lake. And you can also see where the railroad tracks were running left to right before you get to the dock.
We joked about thinking that Patagonia was just a store, and we’re vaguely aware of its existence as real estate. But we had no idea just how incredible this part of the world is. While on this trip we tried to write a little bit every day. But once we got here I believe we began to suffer from visual overload. Here is a better shot of that Puma:
No matter where we looked there was more to see then we could absorb. As we approached the Chilean border we saw gouchos and the dogs in action