We had been sitting in our room until noon, reading about Sir FitzRoy, Charles Darwin and Francisco (Perito) Moreno on the Internet, and learned a lot of interesting things about them. The rain hadn't finished, but became weaker, and we decided to go out. We took all the waterproof clothes we had and went outdoors. We made a circle through town, and crossed a river by bridge. There was a plain track, and we went by it along a river.
In spite of rain and wind, we liked this walk. In any case it was better than sitting in the room. After some time I understood that our ''waterproof'' clothes are not enough waterproof for this rain. I got drenched to the skin, and Natasha said she was the same. We turned back. On the bridge we were met by wind, but we overcame it. At last we came to our room. We were absolutely soaked.
After a half an hour we luxuriated in the lobby of our hotel drinking coffee. We were dressed in dry clothes and firewood was burning in the fireplace. Here was warm and cozy. Only the landscape behind the windows was not the same as yesterday. No hills, no sky, and no Fitz Roy.