Thursday 25 March 2010

Day 48: Knee-high socks

First taste of fresh, cool air since leaving London. Actually, forget that. Probably since visiting the Lake District aged 10. I’ve flown three hours south to Argentinian Patagonia, a small town called El Calafate, near the southern foothills of the Andes. It’s a mecca for people who are serious about walking, and could be sponsored by The North Face, such is the number of fleeces and walking boots on show.

I feel very self-conscious in my jeans and trainers, so I decide to invest in some sensible socks. These skimpy ones from Next are not a pair that Ranuph Fiennes would be seen in. It’s only when I get back to the hostel I find out that my new socks are long. Very long.

THING I DIDN'T KNOW BEFORE TODAY:
Socks up to the knee NEVER look good

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