El Calafate, I was told several times, didn't exist 10 years ago. Now it's booming, busting its way through the wall of global recession - no-one looks as if their luck's run out here.
It's little more than a one street town which sits on the shores of Lago Argentino, dusty hills looming behind it. But still. Its one street has been elegantly designed - large pine trees run all the way down it and the shops and bars are clad in fancy lacquered wood. It's like a Swiss ski resort rather than a Romanian one (Ushuaia). Hot chocolate, designer woolly gear and blocks of swanky Italian restaurants are part of the scenery and in the quiet back streets several large expensive hotels sit smugly. Of course there are hostels too, all crammed - because yes! This is outdoors territory - hiking and riding and boats. Travellers' trousers ahoy.
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