Chilean chicks

Okay, so there are some rare days in life when everything aligns just right and you think, it just can't get any better than this, and then you look outside, and

We're at Torres de Paine National Park in Chile now. Crossing over the border involved stopping at a farmhouse without electricity and handing our passports to a 12 year old who stamped them and said okay. Today the girls walked up to where the spires are (or the Towers as they're called here), 4 hours up, 3 1/2 down. I accompanied them about halfway up and once I felt they were safe I pushed them off the cliff and said "Fly, mis chicitas, fly away." So they left me and came back with their lenguas hanging down to the ground (that's Chilean for..."tongues," ye of the filthy mind). We ate at the restaurant here, and the funny thing about Argentina and Chile is that you pay $8 for as good a piece of filet as you could ever want in your life, but that can of Fanta? $6. Nuts.

Now, after having walked a total of 12 miles, a massage was definitely in order. I decided to have the "simple crotch" massage ( I was really looking forward to the "complex crotch" massage but it was sold out) followed by an intense workout on my aching Bozo. SEE BELOW. I swear sometimes I need no help whatsoever to be hilarious.

The girls got the 2 for 1 special on their YooHoos. Here's a final picture of the day. The area the girls hiked to is toward the right where you see the couple of spires sticking straight up (otherwise known as a Bozo)