After hours walking on the crevasse infected glacier the wind started howling, rain falling in what seemed all directions and the fear of impending doom took over all of us.
The simple sight of the airport brought a sense of peace to our minds. But we knew our ‘fight’ to get to Punta Arenas was not over yet. We still had to – somehow – check all our 550 lbs of gear into a domestic flight. and we were determine to do that without paying much for it.
As daylight percolated through the bus station windows, the station guard asked us to rise. We were woken up twice before: with each guard change, to ensure we were waiting on a bus and not just using the station as a bed and breakfast. Slowly we gathered our belongings and headed outside for the first time.