So recap: I forgot the most important item of clothing one could take up into the mountains. Then, ten minutes after discovering that I left my rain jacket, I realized that the ziploc bag that had my toothbrush, paste, and retainer in - the bag I was holding right before the shuttle came to pick us up - was in my backpack. So, I realized that in my moment of utter and complete disorientation and stupidity at 5:30 AM in the morning, I had somehow packed the most random thing you could ever pack up for a trek up the mountains without even realizing that I was wasting space in my backpack with something I didn't even need. So the joke of the trip revolved around the fact that I brought the least useful thing ever for a hike up Torres (a retainer) and left the most important thing at home (the infamous and absent rain jacket). So when you see a picture of me tagged on Facebook holding up a retainer, you'll know it's not because I'm a strong advocate of orthodontia. I ended up surviving the hike because the driver was nice enough to lend his own rain jacket to me, which I am forever grateful for.
Oh yeah, and I got to see penguins (allegedly about 150,000 that live on the island) the last day of the trip. It did not disappoint.
For those of you guys too lazy to read this whole blog entry (hell I can understand, I've been known to be quite verbose sometimes) my trip can be summed up in these words and phrases: cold, rain, wind, early mornings, long days, beautiful landscape (¡paisaje!), amazing views, clouds, a present retainer, an absent rain jacket, a borrowed rain jacket, wine, pasta, macaroni and cheese that I thought was bomb after our hike because I was so hungry, actually upon second thought mildly disgusting, Pisco sours, chocolate, waterproof pants that made me look like an oompa loompa with a bubble butt, realizing brown and red articles of clothing don't really match that well, penguins, sunsets, a bus ride with a horribly mediocre Vin Diesel movie, damn it feels good to be a gangsta, "subiendose las piedras como arañas," enjoying the Torres del Paine view for only 10 minutes because it got so rainy and windy all of a sudden that we had to climb down before the rocks got too slippery, cute, warm, and friendly hostels, meeting a David Beckham look-a-like, packing the equivalent of a 15-year-old teenage boy's lunch for the hike (chorizo, salami, peanut butter and honey sandwiches, jugo, trail mix, breakfast bars, crackers galore), glaciers and their respective moments, red onesie space suits, cute stray dogs, bus rides, boat rides, a zodiak ride, and reveling in the beauty of Patagonia.
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