Today we flew from Buenos Aires to El Calafate. It was about a three hour flight.
I could tell a story about the international airport and the very organized chaos, but I won’t. I can talk about the country’s domestic airline and that airport, how all three of our domestic flights were on time and that we had safe and uneventful flights. I could talk about the interior of the plane, and how it looks like it was from 1985. I could talk about the ashtrays in the arm rests or the food and drinks we were served but I won’t. Why? Because the view from the domestic flights were simply spectacular.
Here is a shot from the air…
We flew over so many different landscapes. We must not have been that high in altitude because I always saw the ground – at least for the time that I was awake! We were over water, over desert, over farmland and over mountains! Over all of that, we saw maybe one house! There’s a whole lot of empty land in Argentina. They say that most of the population lives in BsAs.
At one point we had been flying over the coast for some time and all I could think about were the unspoilt beaches. We hadn’t seen a town, and the beaches were clean, empty and not a soul in sight.
When we flew over the farmland, it’s the kind where you know someone did work. We saw big squares of different shades of green, yet no tractors, homes or people.
Flying over the mountains made me remember the move Alive.
If you look at a topographic map and trace your finger from BsAs to El Calafate you can see the different kinds of landscapes you fly over.
Here’s what it looked like when we touched down. We got nervous. After all we were going to be spending three nights here!
And here’s the view from the plane as we rolled towards the gate. I wasn’t worried about disembarking the plane and walking onto the tarmac to get into the airport. It was the nothingness around us that surrounded me that concerned me.
This is sunset. Around 10.30pm! Very different from getting dark around 4.30pm in New York City!