National Geographic Traveller - Getting lost can be a good thing. For some reason, I’d noted the name of the hotel in northern Patagonia — La Escondida — but hadn’t double-checked to make sure it was the only one. When I arrive and ask for my key, the reality dawns: I’m five hours south of my destination, hungry and worn out.
I change plans and stay put for the night. La Escondida means ‘the hidden one’. Perhaps it’s fate.