Since Becky's still shaking some bug, which may be due to sleep depreviation since we never eat until 10 o'clock or so and often finish afer midnight, we decided to go with another low-adrenaline tour. We took a bus ride to the high Andes, all the way to the border with Chile. Some amazing views of the mountains, took lots and lots of photos, which the idea that yes, this time I will stitch together a shot of all these mountains, print and frame it, and hang it proudly.
But as I look at the photos, I realize again why Ansel Adams was a great photographer and that even with a wide-angle lens you can't just point a camera at a mountain and capture its grandeur.
As part of the trip, we took a ski lift up one mountain, got a bunch of shots from there as well. The border with Chile was quite high, there was some snow and a lot of wind.
We met a very nice Canadian couple, Matt and Emma on the trip, and afterwards went out for a drink and shared travel stories in Latin America and other places. She's a writer/photographer, he's a helicopter pilot, and they travel quite a bit. A nice way to end the tour.
Becky and I then went to the lovely Azafran restaurant, but more about that in the next post.
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