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Today we cantered back across the pampas and through flower meadows until we came to a wall of ice which was Glacier Grey. Leaving the horses to graze we crossed a very unstable rope bridge (no more than 2 at a time as the sign dictated) and walked to the edge of the water where ice-bergs floated by, having carved off the wall of the glacier several miles upriver. We gazed incredulously at the weird shapes sculpted by the wind. The ice was a brilliant blue against the milky water - this scene could have been straight out of the National Geographic. |
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