Climbing 940 meters and down 800.
Today we had to get up early at 5:30 am to have breakfast, get packed up, and ride 8 kilometres to the first ferry by 7am. The first ferry ride was about 5 hours.
Lots of snow capped mountains, a couple of glaciers, and some icebergs. I got really seasick once we were on the open water, but thankfully it calmed down again as soon as we got near to the other side.
Once we got off the ferry we had to push our bikes up about 5 kilometres of steep, loose, slippery gravel to the Chile Border.
It took over an hour for us to get through, then we had 22 kilometres across country, through gravel and mud swamp, across rivers, balancing on logs to get across rivers, down steep hills, and about 2 kilometres in total that I could ride. I carried my bike quite a bit as well as pushing and pulling it. Coming down a steep descent, I was imagining my daughter Lizzy whizzing down with a great big grin on her face.
Getting through the Argentinean border was really quick. Then it was a wait for the ferry.
The 4pm ferry arrived at 5pm, and initially it looked like a number of people would have to wait for the ferry (45 min each way, plus turn around time) to go back and forth again. This would have meant it would be nearly 7pm before we got to the other side. It was cold and most people did not have enough clothing to sit around for a couple of hours. The only shelter had only one wall and a roof, we were all huddled under it. Luckily everyone was able to squeeze onto this sailing (including the four cyclists who were not in our group, whose 10am sailing just never arrived).
As it was, it was 6pm by the time we got our bikes off on the other side. Then we had another 37 kilometres of loose slippery thick gravel.
It was 8:30pm by the time I got into El Chalten. Then I had to find accommodation as TDA had organized a tent site for these rest days, and the tent site looked bleak and cold, and it was really windy.
Luckily I found a room with an ensuite at the next door hostel. Very expensive though, as I was to discover this was the same throughout this town ($400 USD) for 3 nights. Imagine if I stayed at one of the flash hotels. By the time I had got my bags from the campsite into the hostel and showered it was nearly 10pm. By this time I was so tired I decided that as I still had one of the 6 sandwiches left, I would have that for dinner and fall into bed.