A whale of a tale

Contrary to my last post, I didn't go to Bariloche. When my friend Erika got back to Buenos Aires and we were discussing this trip, we realized that as beautiful and fun as Bariloche might be, it wasn't really something we couldn't experience in the States, and might not be as worthwhile as going somewhere truly unique.

So here we are, in Puerto Pirámides, Argentina, on the Peninsula Valdés. It's about equal in southerly-ness as Bariloche (which counts as the northern end of Patagonia), but instead of being situated in the Andes, it's on the Atlantic coast. We took a 17-hour bus ride to get here, and here's why: whales.

Southern Right Whales, to be exact. And they. Were. Awesome. Just wait until you see the pictures and video...we saw no less than 20, some as close as right next to the boat. The largest are between 50 and 60 feet long, weighing up to 130 tons. Huge.

We saw mothers with their babies playing, eventually approaching the side of the boat. We saw full breaches from a distance of 100 feet, at most. We watched as one of the little ones slapped in our direction (out of play or irritation, it wasn't clear), and then recoiled in fear when suddenly it was actually slapping the side of the boat and turned out to not be so small after all.

We also saw penguins and 5000-pound elephant seals yesterday, but nothing will ever come close to those whales. It's a good thing, too, since there's not really much else to do here, and we probably didn't have to devote a whole long weekend just to this one place. That being said though, it was awesome.