As I had said the terrain just got better and well worth the effort
But like all things had to dive back into the cities to get to the next stop off. By now we had come to grips with just how expensive it was to try and find accommodation so have ended up camping alot
So once in the area that we need to be in it was just a case of finding a camp site.
And sometimes we got lucky......
But since it's become so dam cold all we need to do was find a good pub to hide in and try and catch up with mail/blogs etc before the 3rd beer kicked in and put an end to it all....I'm sure you can all relate and understand...

Caths view.... "it's different from behind"....

We rolled into Esquel, too late to do anything other than find a place to stay for the night.
Dutifully,we did the rounds of crap motels and hostels and chancing our luck that expensive cabineras might reduce their price, in vain.
The campsite on the main road, apparently run by adolescent children, who had buried their parents under the shower block ,was the order of the night. A hastily, but professionaly pitched tent, left us no choice but to spend the rest of the evening at the local,very' authentic ' Irish Pub(the only bar in town).Where we could stay warm, listen to the same easy listening loop tape of mushed rock songs, and drink a couple of pints of cloudy local beer.
Catching up on blogs, facebook and making the odd computer phone call, entertained us all night, and we happily went back to scary movie campsite,blissful and replete.