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Uruguay – Punta del Diablo and Montivideo

Back in Buenos Aires I went back to the American del Sur hostel, it’s fairly soulless but it was close to El Banco Rojo which is my new favourite restaurant. I went s little crazy and ordered the burger and chicken wings-but I’m glad I did as I didn’t have another opportunity to return. The chicken wings are some of the best I’ve ever had. The burger…meh.

After I hunted down some empanadas and went to bed for my early start the next day although the city was coming alive and I wished I could get out and enjoy it. Rush hour here seems to last about 4 so after walking down to the metro and seeing how crowded it was I decided to take a taxi to the port.

To get to Uruguay you take the boat from the river, which looks more like the ocean, to Colona del Sacramento and then the bus to Montivideo which is another two hours. It’s all done through Burquebus but if you can handle the Spanish then book cheaper tickets via SeaCat. I was a little tired, anxious and grumpy during the first part as I’d been pretty much alone for a few days but I was proud with myself when I arrived in Montivideo.

Punta del Diablo

There was a connecting bus to Punta del Diablo at 2:30, I arrived at 1:30 and within 15mins I had a ticket, had found the toilets and brought some apple juice-remember kids always buy water. The bus journey was a further 5 hours and I arrived just after dark at around 7pm.

The town is really small and was a little shock after being in big cities for the past few weeks. I followed Google maps to the supposed location and must have taken a wrong turn as I couldn’t find the hostel. I decided to follow a path around the houses and slipped in the dark, but I didn’t fall over and realised I have a light on my phone. The path ended at the beach and after walking around for a few minutes I found the hostel. It’s weird that in the dark everything changes and although it was still early it felt really different.

I was greeted by Federico who lived in the US for 20 years and I was told I was the only person in the hostel. I headed to the Supermarket to buy some water and by this time I had a bad headache so I decided to take a rest and woke up in the morning to a full hostel and a beautiful sunrise.

Over breakfast I met some guys from Brazil who offered for me to join them to Cabo Poloniowith then that day but I had already paid for my three nights accommodation so I declined and I wanted to explore the beaches and fort. After some deliberating I decided to take the bus to the national park, hike for a while, visit the fort and then walk back along the beaches.

I hiked the 2km to the bus station and in the process nearly trod on a snake. I was checking my progress on my phone and I tend to walk quite fast. I looked up and another two steps and I would have been on it. Luckily I reacted and jumped to the side around the snake which changed its stance and slithered into the bushes so fast ensuring that both of us would not have a bad day.

The bus driver dropped me off at the first entrance to the national park and despiste being told I should go to the second i spotted a route and was happy to walk the extra distance. This is the path that I started my journey.

I passed some horses and despite the paths proximity to the main road, around 50 metres, as I could hear the traffic I became increasingly worried. I generally don’t get scared here but it didn’t help that i saw a bunch of guys in army uniform who all cane from nowhere pushing an old beat up car. When the engine started they jumped in and drove past me. The path split and the direction i wanted to take was a locked gate. I backtracked and the other direction was also locked. I didn’t think it was a good idea to jump the gates and follow the path and k didn’t want to backtrack the two kilometres adding an additional four to my journey. As the main road was close I decided to cut through the jungle hoping I didn’t meet any snakes on the way. After jumping a fence and narrowly avoiding a small bog I was on the main road with 1km to go to the main entrance.

On the side of the road road was a man chopping wood with an axe and a chainsaw on the floor near him. I pushed on past but it’s not really something you want to see. I found the entrance, spoke to the army officer on the gate who gave me s card-I have no idea why and then headed to the fort. On the way were two dogs lying in the road. Now stray dogs are normally friendly here but I didn’t like the way these two were looking at me so I was reluctant to pass them until they came running up and decided to guide me until an hour later they saw s guy riding past on a bike with a surfboard who was much more fun to chase.

The fort wasn’t really up to much so I had a look, ate my lunch and decided to hit the beaches.

On the way I passed all the holiday homes. Punta del Diablo is a fishing village and holiday town. In the summer the population increases from 1500 to 20000 so at this time of year there are lots of closed restaurants and empty houses.

I soon arrived st the beaches, took off my shoes and socks and walked back to the hostel. I was to leant that walking barefoot across 10km of sand becomes painful after a while. Also at the end of each beach where you have to cross grass there are lots of spiky things. But the beaches were largely empty, especially the first and I got to see lots of wildlife.

The third beach was called Playa Grande, and got good reason as it was huge! It was really good to walk in the Atlantic along the shore, until I thought I saw jelly fish, and the beaches and dunes are beautiful.

At one point I even saw, what I think was condors feeding, although it was probably vultures. Some other people walking towards me in the beach disturbed them. I took some pictures and waited for them to land again. One started to follow me and after reading a story in Bruce Chatwins book I decided I didn’t want to be attacked by a bird of prey and walked on.

I returned to the hostel and watched the sunset when Julieta invited me to have dinner with her and her friends Daley and Tefy who all spoke good English, and Augustina who kept shouting “London” at me. Although I suspect her English is still better than my Spanish. We went to another hostel with Hanole from France. There was a lot of Argentinian music playing and Han and i went on a mission to find some beer. When we returned I contributed to the worlds worst game of pool where by the end no one knew who was playing for each team. I got the opportunity to dance to salsa badly after Tefy taught me the steps. When the music stopped we headed to the beach and met some Brazilians who had a camp fire. I spoke to a girl who had just gone got a swim in the freezing ocean who had lived in the US and was given some good tips on Brazil should I go.

The next day I woke up in a storm which lasted all day. It was possibly a good thing as I was tired and needed a rest day. I was slightly annoyed as there were a few things I wanted to do, especially see the house shaped like a head. I sat down and played with my Spanish apps hoping that I learnt something. We played a little Perudo and the girls and I decided to just head out in the rain and it was s little further than we though but we managed to get some photos before it was too dark. And of course completely soaked, except me who went if full gortex.

That night was Daley’s birthday party. We ordered pizza and drank beer and wine and I had my first taste of dancing to raggaton. It was really fun dancing outside to a nearly full moon with the Atlantic Ocean in the background. After a while we put on some English songs and I managed to kill the vibe and soon we were back to raggaton. I am now hearing the songs everywhere and they sound like old friends which I really like. I just need to learn what the word mean!

I crashed out early around 2:30 and ended up waking at 6:30. I noticed the sunrise was beautiful so I grabbed my camera and headed down to the beach.

I can’t decide which ones I like best so that’s all of them! On the way back up the path I ran into a not so friendly dog do had to walk the long way back to the hostel. I fell asleep again and woke up really groggy desperately searching for my water.

It took me a long time to get ready and we all made it on the 2:30 bus to Montivideo.

Montivideo

We arrived at 7pm and I marched off in the wrong direction to my hostel. Which I seem to be doing more. I’m not sure if my phones GPS is failing or if my inbuilt “SatDav” is getting worse in my old age. I found Montivideo a little run down and didn’t enjoy the are of town I was walking through which is when I found I had gone the wrong direction. Still I add it to the hostel and decided to go to a restaurant in the guide book as I hadn’t eaten out yet. It was a few kilometres away so I decided to walk. I made good progress and somewhere towards the end as the neighbourhood took turn for the worse I realised I was in the middle of a housing estate. It was easy to correct my course but it didn’t feel right and when I got to the restaurante it was closed. There was another I had passed on my way to I retracted my steps for five blocks and ended up in La Cocina de Pedro.

I decided to have the steak recommended by the waiter which was delicious. But as I was sat at the bar overlooking the kitchen I was jealous of all the seafood with vegetables and salads being served. Still it was delicious and I decided to have dessert to treat myself.

The next day I got up early ready to hit the city. It was at this point when someone mentioned it was May 1 and a holiday. In the UK we take the first Monday on Maya’s a holiday but many countries have May 1 as workers day. I was still hopeful that shops, restaurants and museums would be open but as I walked the four kilometres to the Museo Andes and my hopes were dashed the closer I got as everything was closed. Even McDonald’s and Burger King were closed. I had a little walk around the town and then needed the toilet but with noting open to help me I headed back to the hostel.

In the afternoon I decided to go for another walk to see if anything the other side of town was open but alas not. I did see some fun graffiti and for some reason I really like this McDonald’s sign shot.

One thing I really wanted to try in Uruguay is the national dish that is a chivito. I’ve linked in the story as this is long enough but it is basically a sandwich with all the meat-steak, han, bacon, eggs, cheese, tomato and lettuce. I added some chips to mine so it was a little more balanced. I had wanted to go to the cafe where it was invented but it was 11km away and I expected it would be closed so I went to a place that was open which the hostel recomendad.

In the morning I spent the last of my Uruguayan dollars on food and headed to the bus back to Buenos Aires for the last time.

Iguazú Falls (Iguaçu)

It was the same price to fly to Iguazú as it was the same price as the 17hours bus ride and for a no brainer. After booking I found out that the airport on the Argentinian side of the falls was closed and my flight redirected to the Brazilian side. This left me in the ridiculous situation of flying to Brazil to see the Brazilian side of the falls, only to take a day trip to Argentina the next day. I then returned to Brazil where I flew back to Argentina and the plan was to head to Uruguay the day after. I’m hoping immigration will not question this and it means I get many more stamps in my passport.

I had an early start and the night before did not help with that. I had planned to take the bus to the airport but after the 5th one drove past too full for me and my bags I took a taxi. It was my first experience of Buenos Aires rush hour and unlike London it didn’t seem to end after 9am. The flight was uneventful, Brazil let me in and I took a bus to Foz do Iguaçu.

I very quickly realised that the Portuguese would mess with my Spanish and the little Spanish I knew was no help to me here so I decided to just speak in English as any decent tourist would. I also took a quick trip to the supermarket and was happy to find my deodorant, thank you globalisation, cheaper prices and a security guard with a shotgun – watch out shoplifters.

The Brazilian Side

It’s recommended that you start with the Brazilian side of the falls as most of the waterfalls are on the Argentinian side. It means you get a more panoramic view of the falls and a better idea of how it all looks. I had been told by people it wasn’t great but i wanted to do both sides.

You can catch a bus from the main bus station, it’s the same one that takes you to the airport and it leaves every 30mins and takes about 40mins to get to the park. I paid 63 real to enter and took the bus to the place where everyone else got off. If in doubt when travelling, follow everyone else! At least that way you are not left alone!

Once off the bus I put my bag down and was mobbed by a Coatis who tried to steal my lunch. He failed and I managed to grab some pics. The last three are form the Argentinian side.

There is one path to follow which everyone else walks along but you do get great views of the falls in the distance. It’s hard for me to explain in detail now but the falls are over 3km with half the river falling off the Devil’s Throat and the rest spread across hundreds of other waterfalls. This is the biggest set of waterfalls in the world and it makes Naigara Falls, which I’ve also visited, look like a hosepipe.

Along the path there were also a tonne of butterflies. When I sat down for lunch they all decided to join me, maybe I was tasty and like me for the duration. I didn’t see the same happening to everyone else so I am definitely special. But I managed to get some shots of their colours.

There are boat rides you can take that get you close to the falls. I spotted one and decided to take one the next day.

There were lots of condors circling as I’m sure dinner was close.

As you walk along the path you start to see the Devil’s Throat and then there are viewing platforms at various stages where you can get good views. It’s nothing short of spectacular.

And then the rainbows. I’m afraid to say I’ve now seen the end of too many rainbows and there is no gold.

Of course I took the usual condor pics as one flew overhead.

I also said I would be honest in this blog. I’m sure by normal standards the day was not busy but especially at lunch time when the tours were there you had to fight for space with the selfie takers. Also here are all the platforms you walk along. Without them it would be difficult to see anything so I am glad they are there and it didn’t make it less special. I stayed around and after 3pm practically had the place to myself.

There was really good WIFI on this side so I took advantage and sat by the river just enjoying the scenery. This is what it looks like from the top.

And of course the photos of me!

Argentinian side

I was told by the hostel that it would take two hours to get to the Argentine side via public transport. To me that’s a short journey so I took it rather than paying the ridiculous transport fee. A bus showed up at the bus station and drove to the border. It didn’t stop at the Brazilian side on the way our or the way back. No idea why, but I did get another Argentinian exit stamp. I made friends with some Americans/Brazilians in the bus and just after the border it stopped for us to catch the bus to the National Park. We were approached by a man with a car who offered a better price than the bus so we jumped in. It took less than an hour to get to the falls so don’t get a transport. I decided that I would splash out for a boat trip but we will come to that later. First I thought I’d show you a selection of the animals I photographed. Don’t ask any questions as I’m not informed enough to know anything about them. Just think ahhhhh pretty.

I had been told that it was a good experience to get a boat trip to get up close to the waterfalls and I had little idea of what I was letting myself in for. It’s around £40 and takes around 2hours so just bare that in mind if you want to see all the waterfalls as some can only be accessed by train.

I waked to the meeting point and then boarded the tuck that drove the 5km to the docks.

I boarded the boat and sat next to a lovely American lady of Paraguayan decent who was on holiday with her family. The boat took off at some speed down the river and we soon approached the waterfalls and saw lots of wet people in other boats.

We passed through rapids and were taken to places where it was possible to get good shots of the waterfalls.

although it was hard to take pics when you have to fight for space.

The crew then instructed us to put our cameras away and i became a little concerned when they appeared in full waterproofs. Two minutes later they dove us under the waterfalls you see in the pictures. There was so much water and spray I counted the really see anything. But I was thankful for the waterproof bags provided. If that wasn’t enough this time they hit the rapids at the bottom of the waterfall so the waves went over the boat. When that was finished they took us to the other set of waterfalls and released the process. This was even more powerful and I ended up laughing so hard and holding hands with the lady next to me. After another set of rapids we started heading back. I thought it was all over so put on my sunglasses and they hit another wave which I got the brunt of and it knocked my glasses clean off my face. It took me a second to realise what had happened and people looked around for them. Everyone else still had their glasses and I began to come to terms with losing them as we headed back to the dock. When we got up I realised that they were lodged in the life jacket of my new friend and I counted my luck yet again. The boat ride was a lot of fun but other then a thill ride I don’t think you get a better view of the waterfalls so possibly not worth it if you are sitting on the fence.

When we returned I decided to take the upper waterfall path and here are a selection of pictures from the experience

As you can see there were a lot of rainbows and just to prove there is no gold I was able to walk through one.

The river is so wide, unimaginably so, that you have to walk along kilometres of walkways to see the waterfalls. It’s slightly disconcerting as you can see through and if they broke and you ended up in the river you would be over a water fall pretty quickly. Anyways thank goodness for great engineering. I’d like to know how they were built.

And of course here are a few of my more arty shots.

So now I’d seen everything but the big one. It was time to take the train to the Devil’s Throat. This is the set of waterfalls where half the river falls off so just think big. The photos don’t do it justice and there is so much spray and mist it’s hard to get photos, as the camera became soaked. But again there are more rainbows and a lot of water.

and after that I decided to head back. Two busses took me over the border, again in around an hour, I received an exit stamp from Argentine but again nothing from the Brazilian side. The next days I flew back to Buenos Aires for the second to last time ready to head to Uruguay for six days.

Mar del Plata

The next stop was Mar del Plata, around 5 hours and 400km south of Buenos Aires. I met Camila in Bariloche on the Refugio Frey hike and then kept running into her on busses. As the city is so close to Buenos Aires (in Argentinian terms) and its famous as a summer beach retreat from Buenos Aires. I decided to go and see the beaches, although off season.

The last day in Buenos Aires it was storming and humid. As I went to the bus station I didn’t know whether to wear a coat of TShirt and shorts. On the bus I had the top front seat which was great as it gave me a panoramic view and it actually felt really good to be on the move again and to see more of the north. I managed to snap this as I arrived at Mar del Plata, sadly one of the lights wasn’t working but it’s a nice welcome.

A short taxi ride later and with the help of some Argentinians and WIFI from a bar I made it to Camilas house. She shares it with her sister Sofia, two cats Leo & Eva a dog Vata (pics in order below) and two friends. I got to meet everyone right away and they were really welcoming, speaking as much English as they knew. Camila was the only person who could speak English fluently having learnt at school and being self taught using movies and TV. I even was graced with Eva sitting on my lap which is not something she affords everyone.

The next day Camila have me a tour of the city. It’s big by British standards with over a million people living there. Although it has a very neighbourly feel, with the residential streets quiet and homely. The centre was more bustling and as the weather was great the many sandy beaches were busy.

We walked along the sea front to the Mar Mueso for art. They have three giant spaces to display art and outside is a sea lion which is the symbol of the city.

The first exhibit was a series of colourful portraits. Camila did translate but my memory is hazy and I think it was portraits of local people practicing their hobbies. As I am colour blind I like anything with vivid colours so I really liked this display. Camila even recognised one of the people on the photos.

The next exhibit reminded me of the soldiers in China (when I have time I’ll add some citations here) as it was a room full of fiberglass girls standing on chairs. It was supposed to represent being tranquil but I felt it had a creepy nature that I liked.

The final room was by the same artist and had lots of interesting pieces entered around the same theme.

We had lunch and decided to take a siesta. Camila works long hours in the week, going to university in the morning to study psychology and then working late into the evening at her job. It kinda put me to shame with my last job rocking up at 10am and leaving at 6pm and I always moaned I was tired all the time. Looking at how hard people work here has actually inspired me so let’s see how much I still sit about when I get back!

On the way back to the siesta we visited the cathedral.

It was then time to hit the beach and on the way we went though the main plaza where there was a guy singing.

Camila took me to a beach that was a bus ride out of town. It was really quiet with not many people and I got to see a beautiful sunset over the Atlantic Ocean. It’s one of the best beaches I’ve ever seen with so much sand and the colours were stunning. There were birds feeding and the water and sky changed colours as the sun set.

Camilla did a photo shoot with me which resulted in lots of awkward photos as I can’t pose. But I kept them all anyways. Yes there are actually 8 photos of me coming up. I hope it doesn’t hurt anyone’s eyes too much.

Afterwards we headed back to the house and I had my first Argentinian sushi which was delicious.

Sofia was heading to a Tango night so we joined her. Sadly this time I didn’t get the oportuno tu to dance but I’m glad as those who were dancing had a lot of skill. It was really interesting to see how it works as people of all ages were there dancing together. They play four songs and then have a short break in which time you switch partners or have a rest as it’s tiring. What is nice is that people go there to dance, they make friends and have a great time. It’s not about getting drunk or anything else. The place is open until 4am and I didn’t really see anyone drinking. I didn’t take any photos as it didn’t seem appropriate it was an experience I enjoyed.

The next day brought lots of rain and grey skies so I had a relaxing morning before catching the bus back to Buenos Aires. I had a really great time and was sad to be leaving but I had a plane to catch the next day. Also I think one full day of speaking English was tiring enough for Camila as it’s hard speaking another language. She did mention she was thinking in English by the end of the day so I hope I helped her learn a few words. I’ve added a few words to my limited Spanish diction. Claro and Yo También which has increased my determination to learn!

Back in Buenos Aires I had decided to switch hostels and went for dinner at El Banco Rojo and had a shrimp BBQ pitta, which was so good I’ve vowed to eat every meal I can there.

After I met up with Bonnie and Michael from the previous hostel as they were both in town and we went for cocktails. I had an amazing Pisco Sour and accidentally stayed out until 2am which made the journey to the airport in the morning harder than it should have been. Next Brazil and Iguazú!

Buenos Aires

I was so excited about reaching Buenos Aires. Not simply because I had an an Air B&B booked for some quality alone time but also because the second stage of my journey, the first challenging stage, has been completed. I’d done everything I’d set out to do and more. I’d even been to Argentinian Wales and had Welsh cake.

I stepped out of the plane at 8pm into 30 degree heat. I was on a high and quickly realised all of my cold weather gear was going to be no use to me. I chatted broken Spanish with the taxi driver, was greeted at the flat by the host and by 9:30 I was sat watching Netflix eating a gigantic pizza and snacks.

For me this time was largely about research and sorting myself out although with my procrastination skills I didn’t do either. I set out to explore the city for the first real time at 5pm the next day, having shaved I needed a hair cut and wanted to find some fruit and veg. I ended up in the Argentinian equivalent of Whole Foods, not the best shout and had my hair cut at The Barber Job… I’m sure iits not the cheapest place but at $350 it’s still cheaper than where I go in London and it’s worth it for the experience. There is a bar, a piano and the whole place is based on barber shop quartets. It’s probably the best haircut I’ve had in a long time so was good.

I walked back in the dark and started to feel a little lonely on the second night. I mention this as I found Bueno Aires hard to begin with. It was only after I decided to book my ticket to Mendoza to leave (I am visiting a few places and had thought I would use BA as a hub but I won’t be now) that my London clicked in, meaning I remember how to be rude to everyone, and I started to enjoy the city. For a while With no obvious mountains to climb I was a little out of place, lonely and confused at what to do. But it all worked out and now I love it just as I am leaving!

The next day I met up with Melodie, Romain and Amparo who I met at Adela Luna. They made me lunch and we had a fun afternoon together. I even got to meet Amparo’s dog. I don’t have any photos as I kept being told Buenos Aires was a dangerous city and I was likely to get mugged. I was really wary of that to begin with and that might have affected my mood but after time I felt it was safer than London.

The next day I switched to a hostel. The first thing I did was lock myself in the toilet. Bonnie, came snd rescued me and i was happy to see about 5 people behind her. Still a good way to make an impression.

I realised that I needed to buy new clothes. I think that my trainers had been contributing to my feet problems so I set out to buy a new pair after I arrived at the hostel. There is a Street right in the centre of town called Florida (most streets here are named after countries and cities) which is paved and has many many shops. I ventured out and was shocked to see the prices were more expensive than back home. Also there seems to be a fashion for holes in jeans here which I hate. Even Zara was expensive so I gave up but spend £50 on some trainers I needed and headed back to the hostel.

Tinder is actually a good resource for travellers, more than for dating, as it actually puts you in contact with local people who have good advice and you can practice speaking the language. One girl I’d been speaking too told me about an area with discount stores so I headed out to find them. I misjudged the discount but I had a new pair of jeans and a shirt, which I’ve decided to leave out of my budget for this section of the trip…

When I reached the hostel I met a girl called Shalini who invited me out with a group who were going to a tango class at La Catedral de Tango. I couldn’t say no so I tagged along. If you are here it’s really worth going as it’s set in an old church. It has rustic wooden floors, great lighting and looks like a movie set. We had a few drinks before the lesson started. Sadly no pictures exist of me dancing but I paired up with Trixie, a German girl, who helped me to relax by saying she participated in roller derby. Initially I was too stiff for it to work but by the end of the class we were gliding a little and to some extent had mastered the twirl. After the class we were treated to a couple of dances by some professionals.

The following day I had arranged to meet Rita, another friend from Adlea Luna, and she was kind enough to buy me lunch at a tasty vegetarian restaurant. She even told me my Spanish had improved.

Later that day I decided to do my first tourist thing and headed out on one of the free walks (do check the link as I’ve been on a couple) that started at 3pm to get myself acquainted with the city. I had now been in the city four days and hardly taken a photo. The tour started outside the parliament building and told us a lot about the buildings and more recent history. Annoyingly I forgot to bring my camera but I did have my phone but it was nice to start getting to know the city and it’s history.

We then saw Evita for the first time.

That night I went to the Buenos Aires Film festival, which has an amazing lineup of films. Some of the guys I had met at the hostel invited me to see a British Documentary about The Slits. It started at midnight, so we got back late and chatted at the hostel until abut 3am.

I was a little tired the next day and it took me a while to get moving. I had heard and seen pictures of colourful buildings and desperate to get my camera out I headed to Caminito in La Boca. It’s basically a big tourist trap but a fun one with lots of restaurants, market stalls and tango dancers. It’s definitely worth going there for a few hours and the buildings are colourful.

We stopped and had lunch in a BBQ place which was delicious. I particularly liked the bbq and the meat.

Whist we were there we met an Argentinian lady who recommended an art museum and told me where to get socks-I’d brought mostly hiking socks but again these were not needed. I was still tired so returned to the hostel to relax and buy socks.

It was a slow Saturday night to begin with until Michael, who was in my dorm, invited me to Palermo, basically the Shoredirch of Buenos Aires. We left around 11pm and the bars were fairly quiet. He was meeting some Argentinian friends who were watching Radiohead. I tried to score tickets but it’s Radiohead and it seemed everyone I spoke to was going. The bars were fairly quiet, this is Buenos Aires after all and most don’t close until 7am. We had to wait a while for the friends to arrive and Bar hopped a little getting the flavour of the neighbourhood! They arrived at 2am and we continued to Bar hop into the early hours. The bars are spread over a wide area so at times it does get quiet then you will turn a corner and there will be lots of people again. It’s fascinating to see a city this vibrant so late at night. Around 5am the bar we were in closed and we decided to call it a night.

I was even worse for wear the next day which was a real shame as I wanted to go to the San Telmo market. I missed breakfast but Bonnie who worked at the hostel got me cake and some coffee. I managed to leave the hostel at 2pm and had a very spaced out walk to the street which was transformed and closed to traffic. There are stalls selling everything you can think of, lots of pop up food stalls and tonnes and tonnes of people.

I managed to find my way into the proper market where there are even more delicious stalls. These are open all week so if you are staying close by it is worth coming back.

Once I made it to the main square I treated myself to an ice cream. It was great.

Having had cake for breakfast, ice cream for lunch I decided to go for the hat trick and have McDonald’s for dinner. In hindsight this was not a good idea, I won’t tell you why, but I now understand this is not recommended by doctors.

On the Friday night I’d been invited to the football by some Germans but I had to turn it down as I had the film festival ticket already. I was delighted to find out that Boca Juniors were playing away at Independencia as it’s the two top league teams playing. I had thought it would be a dead cert that other people would be going but for a variation of reasons no one else could make it. So I was left in the weird position of trying to go to a game by myself, not really knowing where it was and not having a ticket.

Lucas on reception helped me plan out the route and I got on the number 17 bus heading south not really knowing what I was doing. I kinda hoped that it would be sold out so it would be less scary but as more and more friendly looking fans got on the bus I wanted to see the game more and more. I got off at the stop everyone else wearing a football shirt did and followed the throngs through the busier and busier streets until we were kettled briefly by the riot police doing crowd control. I reached a point where it was obvious I needed a ticket and couldn’t pass so I asked a steward where I could by a ticket. The answer was a resounding no so I walked back the way I had came, slightly annoyed. I crossed a road that was full of people and coaches at the other end of the stadium and decided to take a look for some weird reason and found a queue and a ticket office. It was here that I met Hermanitos and his brother Andres, who invited me to sit with them.

I’m so glad they did as the stadium was a daunting experience with thousands of people everywhere. They found us a good spot to sit and even let me wear the team colours. The stadium was great and the supporters in Argentina are something else.

I was told it was a quiet night as some fans had been banned but it was full of atmosphere in my eyes. The best part was when the goal was scored and the celebrations with everyone hugging and crying. I even picked up a few swear words that I won’t repeat here. But I had a really great time, the home team won and I am now an Indepedencia fan. After the game they changed their route and took the bus with me to make sure I got back okay. They kept saying that I was really brave and it was only later I found out that I went to one of the most violent districts of the city. But it was fine.

I felt much better the next day, maybe due to not drinking and decided to start planning the next section of my journey. I headed to Recoleta (think Fulham/Chelsea) found a cafe and then had a little walk around the park where the film festival offices are located.

Afterwards I went on the Cementerio de la Recoleta which is now used only by the super rich and is the resting place for Evita. It’s really worth coming to visit here even if you don’t go on a tour and entry is free. I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

And then Evitas final resting place.

In the evening I went to La Bomba de Tiempo with some new people I met at the hostel.

It’s a drumming band and is set outside with a stage. It’s mostly tourists and afterwards there is a street party which takes everyone into one of the worlds worst clubs. It was another late night but I managed to make it to the graffiti tour in Palermo the next day.

Before I started the tour I found a great little lunch time place and took their last hot food pot which had Asian shrimp, rice and vegetables inside. This is my favourite food and I’d missed it. Although I’m not sure how well it came out on camera.

The graffiti tour was also fun. I’ve been trying to learn how to take photos of things that are not mountains. I won’t retell the stories behind the art but long story short grafiti was brought to Buenos Aires by the rich kids and is now an excepted art form. Many residents and companies commission artists, if only as this is one way to stop the tagging but many of these could easily be in a museum.

One interesting thing that I did learn is that when an artist does their work they often leave their contact details including phone numbers in the hope of more commissions.

And we also saw some photo shoots going on. Apparently it’s a right of passage for 15 year old girls. I think similar to sweet 16 in the US.

Later that night I met up with Beth and Kate that I had met the previous night and was asked to leave their hostel after a cheese dinner. I didn’t realise there was a no guest policy. A group of us went to another hostel bar for karaoke. I told everyone I sing all the time and then a German guy said “If you sing karaoke then we sing Wonderful”. After our names were added to the list I was dared to do a slut drop as part of the performance. I had a cocktail to loosen up for the singing and completed my challenge, winning a free drink as part of the bet! There is a video that exists somewhere but sadly I do not have the evidence. Such a shame.

The next day feeling a little rough again, no idea why this kept happening as I felt great in the country, i took up Bonnies suggestion of going to sit in cafes and using their internet. I headed back to San Telmo and ended up having lunch in the market. I was able to get some better pictures as there were much less people there.

I had a BBQ hot dog for lunch and the sauce especially was delicious!

I then headed for an ice cream and back to the hostel. Wednesday night at the hostel as everyone knows is Asado night! Which is basically 7 courses of meat. Rhys the hostel manager and the staff cooked all the food which was delicious. I swear there were about 40 bottles of wine for about 20 people, so it was pretty much all you can drink as well as all you can eat. For 300 pesos probably the best deal in town. Here is a pic of the pork ribs.

I even got to try the veggie food which was actually much tastier, although that might be because it can be hard to get veg here. After the remaining wine was placed in the living room i went to bed at a respectable 2am, others were still going at breakfast.

The next day was my last full day in Buenos Aires so i decided to take advantage of it. After checking out the port and working out when I would go to Uruguay I went back to Palermo and had lunch in the tea place with the shrimp-I really love shrimp. I also stopped by to purchase a kinder egg flavoured ice lolly. It was good!

I then walked around some of the parks north of this area of town and took some photos of the streets to illustrate how wide they can be. It’s one thing I’ve not mentioned yet along with the traffic lights. The lights are fine, it’s just that a red light seems to be more of a suggestion than a rule. In rush hour there are people by the lights to stop the cars when the lights turn red

I then headed to went to visit the MALBA museum recommended by several people. It had some really interesting pieces and I decided to have a little play and take some arty pics myself in the museum.

That night I was meeting Alejandra, who is from Buenos Aires. She had been giving me tips all week and is learning English. We went to an Asian restaurant in Palermo and had a fun evening. She made me speak in Spanish at one point and it’s been a kick up the arse I’ve needed. I keep avoiding speaking saying the little I know but I realised I knew a little more than I thought and I just need to make sure I practice and keep learning.

On my final day I was heading to Mar del Plata in the evening so I headed back to the market in San Telmo to get myself a burger and some admin. The burger you can see was great and after I headed to the bus stop mostly brining my time in Buenos Aires to a close.

Ushuaia, Beagle Channel boat tour, Laguna Esmeralda and Parque National Tierra del Fuego

After completing the O Trek I opted to have a rest day in Puerto Natales, which worked out perfect as I needed to clean laundry and pretty much everything I’d taken to Torres del Paine. I was eventually able to relax and ran into Imi, Simon and Louie so joined them for dinner. I had a quiet night as the bus to Ushuaia was at 7am the following morning.

I had opted to skip the King Penguins that you can see from Punta Arenas, and in hindsight this was a good choice as I was tired to say the least. The bus journey was a long one and I had to make two connections. The first being dropped off on the side of the road, literally in the middle of nowhere, and the second when we reached Rio Grande. There was a ferry that took us across a hideously windy channel to the island of Tierra del Fuego (Land of Fire).

The border crossing gave me two more stamps and does take time and then I was back in Argentina. Those of us that were heading to Ushuaia jumped in a minibus at Rio Grande. The landscape had been flat stepp but started to change as we headed further south along with the Sunset and i had one of the most beautiful journeys I’ve seen.

Ushuaia is on the coast of the Beagle Channel nestled amounts a range of beautiful mountains and valleys of peat bogs. The mountains are small in comparison to their Anides cousins (around 1500 metres) but due to the location they are snow capped all year round.

Other than the cold I think this is my favourite place after El Chalten. There are many hikes in the area and museums but I only had three days and opted to do those listed in the title. Be warned it is not cheap, but then what is the point of coming all this way to the end of the world and sitting in a hostel?

I stayed at the Antartica hostel and within 10 minutes of arriving I met Aline, who was going to Torres del Paine. I mentioned I was thinking about selling my tent and 24 hours later she took my tent and lots of my camping gear-I hope it is a good to her as it was to me. I was a little sad to see it go but felt there was little point in carrying it around when I don’t think I will use it much and let’s be honest I’ve not really used it a tonne in Patagonia. My bag does feel weirdly light but I have plans to rectify that!

I went out for drinks that night with Tyson and Zita who were in my dorm and stayed up until 12:30 which is the latest I’ve been up for a while!

Patagonia Adventure Explorer – Beagle Channel Boat tour

My foot was still hurting from the O Trek so I decided to have an easy day and take the boat tour. It was raining in the morning and the receptionist assured me that the afternoon would be better so I opted for a 3:30pm sailing.

Patagonia Adventure Explorer was the tour recommended by the hostel and i brought the ticket through them so no doubt they get commission. That said I checked it out and it had 5* reviews everywhere and I didn’t have the time/energy to research much. The tour does not include a visit to the penguins island but others do so if that’s what you want then go to the docks and check the other tours. I had already had my fill of penguins and to be honest I was still a little upset to have missed the King Penguins so the less i saw of them the better. The tour was really great and it’s one of my favourite things I’ve done in Patagonia.

I arrived at the offices at 3pm, paid the fee, was handed a lanyard to put around my neck, then paid the 20peso dock fee and waited in the tourist information as instructed. There I ran into Janine and Po, who I had met in Puerto Natales before the trek but had forgotten. The guide arrived and we headed to the boat just as the clouds started clearing. I loved the Beagle Channel so much as it’s surrounded by mountains and these are the views.

The first stop was an island with sea lions and birds. It took me a while to spot the sea lions and as there were only around 15 people on my small boat we could get really close, and I’m taking touching distance. There were a lot of birds throughout the tour which I love as it meant I can get my classic birds in Flights pics. Brace yourselves!

We then visited another island full of sealife.

Before heading to the lighthouse which is the famous sight associated with Ushuaia. To be honest I wasn’t really listening as I was just taking in the views, it’s so beautiful here, but this isn’t the lighthouse it pretends to be or something along those lines. It does stop the big ships getting caught up in all the seaweed. Anyways I took photos so that’s what really counts.

Next we went to an island of birds.

And then we visited and island the natives used to live on. We had the opportunity to get out of the boat and it was so cold. I don’t know how they survived here as they didn’t wear clothes due to the constant contact with the water. They used seal fat instead. The Sunset from the island was beautiful so maybe that’s one reason they stayed here so successfully for so long?

Afterwards I went back to the hostel and I was given dinner by my new friends-they gave me the leftovers too as they were leaving the next day which I took as it was delicious, I really need to learn how to cook properly in hostels and we sat around drinking. Before heading out and meeting with the others from the boat tour. It was a fun night.

Laguna Esmeralda

I was a little slow in getting up the next day, no idea why, but was told the bus for Laguna Esmeralda was at 10am. I rushed to the bus station, which is near the docs in a car park next to the petrol station, and as I was the only one who wanted to go I had to wait for others to join. By 11am a French couple had arrived and the three of us left the sunshine behind and drive into the mountains. As we arrived it began to snow and we were told the return bus would be at 4pm, so only 5 1/2 hours to be in the cold. Still snow is better than rain in my book. As we got off the bus this chap came to say hello.

It was cold so I quickly put on my gear and started hiking along the forrest path. It was muddy but luckily due to the temperature a lot was frozen. So I hiked through frozen crunchy mud. The forrest opened up into a clearing with a river and it was possible to see a beber dam. Apparently these creatures escaped from a farm and now play havoc with the local wildlife.

Then the path returns to the forrest and heads steadily uphill. When you next leave the trees you will find yourself having to traverse a prat big. I was told that the mud could go up to your knees but there was nothing that my boots couldn’t handle. I could see how it would get bad in the rain. If you do trek this path the on the way back make sure you don’t miss the route back into the woods as some people do. Look for the posts. Halfway through the big a stream appears by the pathway.

After the big and up one more climb you are rewarded with this.

The walk back is much the same and I had a 45minute wait for the bus. Later that night I decided to treat myself to lamb so I visited Bodgeon Fueguino and had lamb in an orange sauce. Expansive, but delicious.

Parque National Tierra del Fuego

The next day I decided to head to the National Park to visit the Post Office at the end of the world. I was hoping that it was still open, it wasn’t, I also wanted to try my luck on the Cerró Guanaco trek but this was also not possible. I heard there was a bus at 8am so headed to the bus stop and it was deserted. Instead I was the sole occupant is the 9am bus and decided to try trek 2. I didn’t see another person for the next 8km and was happy to have the path to myself.

By the end I realised I was really tired and trekking the O the previous week had beaten me. I wanted to try the trek to the Chilean border but I didn’t have the energy so instead I walked to the lookout point. When I arrived I realised that I had reached one end of the Pan American Highway.

This made me particularly happy as it was looking at that road that started me off on this trip and I realised I really had gone as far south as it was realistically possible. There was no more road to travel on. I waited here for the bus knowing that for now my Patagonia adventure was complete. I’m sure that one day I’ll be back as I’ve left a little of my heart here but I’m safe in the knowledge that I did everything I set out to do. I’d travelled to the most southern city in the world. It was now time to head north.

Torres del Paine and prepping in Puerto Natales

I’ve just returned from the O trek at Torres del Paine, one of the most beautiful national parks on the planet. Over the past 9 days i walked over 120km, slept in the snow, climbed a 1200 metres over mountain pass, spent 17 hours alone trapped in my tent, camped 200 metres from the worlds largest fresh water reserve, crossed streams, buckets of mud, rope bridges during high winds and was stuck in a tent for 17 hours. It was definitely type 3 fun, I’ll explain this later. I completed my challenge and the next stop is the end of the world but first me talk you through my experience of Torres del Paine.

Puerto Natales

I had m another early rise to catch the 7am bus from El Calafate to Puerto Natales, skipping back across the border to Chile. The bus ride was fairly uneventful and as soon as I arrived I checked into my homely hostel. It is the first that had a living room set up with DVDs to watch so I decided on one of my rest days I’d have a movie day. I had arrived in town a couple of days early which gave me plenty of time to prepare for the O trek. Much more than people showing up the day before with no reservations and no equipment.

First on the agenda was the Erratic Rock talk at 3pm (Located 2 blocks from erratic rock hostel – at Baquedano 955, Puerto Natales, Chile). Whilst the talk was informative and good I did feel the dangers were overplayed and telling people to walk for hours in the rain without wearing their water proofs is irresponsable in my opinion. I did leave realising I needed a better sleeping bag and that I’d need to buy some hiking poles. Although I was tired so I decided to leave the shopping for the next day. Relaxed and had some tacos at Cerveza Baguales.

The next day I had to get organised. So firstly the food. The Erratic Rock talk said that if you don’t like porridge then you won’t like it on the trail. The speaker said she had a snickers for breakfast which delighted me. I went to Frutos Secos and brought 1kg of trail mix (i opted for the cheapest so it was mostly nuts and chocolate and sugar coated nuts). Then the supermarket for the rest. Here was my food for the week.

Breakfast – 2 x snickers

Lunch – trail mix

Snack – Haribo style sweets

Dinner – Couscous, packet soup, parmizan, chorizo and peas.

I decantad everything from its original packaging and made up little bags for each day. Note on day 5 & 8 I had a Refugio booked with food included. I also took sandwiches for lunch on day 1 as I had food left over.

The rest of the day was spent trying to find equipment which I eventually did. My advise, especially if you do the O trek is to buy your own and bring it with you. Nothing is cheap on Puerto Natales. If you are doing the W and are sharing then it is not too bad to rent but I head Loya of stories about leaky tents etc. If you rent make sure you check it!

I had an early night, and spent Sunday packing. Note if you do arrive on a Sunday most of the shops are closed so it’s really not a good day to prep. Then I did some more life admin, planning the next stages and watched Demolition Man and No Country for Old Men for which half the hostel joined me.

Torres del Paine – The O Circuit

I woke around 6am, grabbed breakfast, checked my pack and headed to the bus station for the 7:20 bus. Most leave at 7:30 but if you can get this one (Bus Gomez) as it will get you there ahead of the queues. I was really nervous but I felt that this was actually happening now. One of the American guys I’d briefly met in the Hostel was on the bus. Sadly he was only day tripping but it was good to have company.

We soon arrived at Torres del Paine. It looked grey and was windy but so far the bad weather predicted by everyone at the hostel failed to materialise. I payed he 21000 extortion fee, got my stamps and watched the welcome video. Soon I was on my way to the welcoming centre in a Ford minibus with some serious suspension. There was a British family who live in Hong Kong on the bus, Imi, Simon and Louie, and they were also doing the O. I was happy not to be doing it alone. I had a quick chat with them as we got our bags and then headed off to where I thought the circuit started. As I’d been warned there were not many signs and it was a little confusing even using maps.me. I took a wrong trail and asked the person behind me, Lindsey, who was also hiking the O. She said she had been following me as I looked like I knew what I was doing, This couldn’t be further from the truth, but I had a hiking buddy and that was a good start.

Camp Seron 13k (3 1/2 hours)

I wasn’t too worried about the fist day. I’d hiked this far with a bag before, although my bag was massively heavier, and I knew the terrain was fairly flat. If I couldn’t hike this far then there is no way that I should be doing the circuit. As we started out the clouds tried to rain but couldn’t quite make it work. The path largely follows a jeep track, which is how I assume supplies are delivered to Camp Serón. It was a good track to follow, mostly dry following the valley around the mountains. It’s mostly grassy inter dispersed with trees. We followed the river for most of the way and had to cross a couple of streams-not all have bridges but there was nothing to soak our boots as had been suggested as the Erratic Rock talk.

About halfway I felt fine, but soon after my shoulders really started to hurt. Lindsay helped by showing me how to correctly tighten my pack. After that each kilometre was painful. We stopped to have lunch and I was thankful. I was carrying two heavy sandwiches which I though I’d eat at the beginning of the trek-most blogs told me I’d start around 11:30 but I’d beaten the queues by accidentally getting the early bus.

Soon after that I realised there were two kilometres to go. I knew I could do that easily so I pushed forward and soon arrived at Serón. We had been beaten by the British family who had overtaken us on the trail and they grabbed the best spot, so I chose somewhere sheltered and set up my tent.

The camp was emptying out as it’s due to close in the next few days so they had no wine or beer. They did have a delicious hot chocolate. The rain finally hit at 4pm and it was a huge storm. Luckily I was inside the Refugio making new friends. People do say that you bond on the O trek and it’s really true. We didn’t all hike together but by the end of the night I had met about 10 people I’d spend a lot of time with over the next few days. Although I was sad to discover most of them were skipping the free camp at Paso so they would then all be a day ahead.

Camp Dickson 18k (6 hours)

This is the day I was worried about. It’s the longest distance I would cover on the trail and my bag was still heavy with food. I felt that if I could do this then I’d be fine the rest of the way. I’d later find out that distance is not everything when trekking.

Lindsay and I headed out at 9am continuing the hiking partnership from the day before. The sky was clear and i was hoping for a good day. We wouldn’t actually see a single cloud all day and the wind had dried my tent overnight.

As the set off the scenery was similar although the path a little muddy. We were still following the river and ran into a little bird.

The path started heading uphill and there is one steep rise near the beginning of the day. Once you get to the top of this you have some beautiful views and you can see the rest of he valley which you spend the rest of the day traversing.

The path remains hilly as you walk around the lake, and another condor flew over head You then start heading down to the valley floor and about halfway through the day come to the ranger station where you have to register. The rest of the day is spent walking along the valley towards to the mountains in the distance.

There is one more short climb and then you are treated to one of the most picturesque views I’ve ever seen. This is Camp Dickson, my favourite for the views.

At each camp you will need to register with the park rangers and once that was done and the tent set up we had a little walk to the lake.

There is nowhere with a roof to cook here so after dinner when it got cold we took over the Refugio again.

Camp Los Perros – 11km (4 hours)

Nobody is quite sure when but after 2am the rain started. It was still storming at 7am. I was cold and with nothing better to do I packed up my bag and then went in the Refugio to get some warmth and see if anyone else was up. Slowly but surely people started arriving, not sure what to do in the rain. I bit the bullet and took down my tent in the downpour. By the time I had finished it was twice the weight and my hands were frozen from the rain. I attached it to my backpack without it’s bag in the hope it would dry out and headed back into the Refugio. One of the staff noticed that I was freezing so gave me a free coffee.

Once warmed up we were all stood around like lemmings waiting for each other which resulted us leaving one by one. Today I left with Lucy and Danny as hiked through the rain and into the forrest canopy that would cover the hole for the duration of the day. It was all uphill going from an elevation of 400m to 600m which didn’t sound like much but it felt like it when walking. The water added significant weight to my pack and I certainly felt it.

Luckily the rain levelled off after and hour so I took off my water proofs and my fleece soaked up the drops from the branches. The worst thing today was the amount of mud. There was mud everywhere and it was a choice between marching straight through it or jumping around and over puddles. Neither was particularly appealing and my shoes should be 100% waterproof but if that failed they would never dry for the rest of the trip. Despite testing them in a lake I really didn’t want wet feet so I took a halfway house.

It was also a slight daunting trek as we could see the snow line of the mountains had rapidly increased overnight. Where we had had buckets of rain at higher elevations there had been tonnes of snow that wasn’t reassuring for the mountain pass trek tomorrow where we would have to go to 1200metres and back down again. Ignoring this and walking through the grey we carried on and came to this fun bridge near the end of the trek.

Shortly after we left the trees and started hiking across rocks and this is when I saw the first people heading towards me on the path for several days. They briefly told us that the pass had been closed due to the snow and this is where something weird happens. Jamie if you are reading this sit down…I turned into the ultimate optimist. Danny and I declared it would be fine and as we got closer to the camp we saw more people heading down.

When we arrived it turned out that the group had left that morning and been stuck with snow, high winds what had blown them over, and really poor visibility. They had been close to the pass but hadn’t known and turned back. Most were understandably traumatised, most were heading back and the more people we spoke to the worse the stores got. There were wolves, lions, lightening, gale force winds, yetis etc…okay none of that was actually said but you get the idea.

I was in a stupidly happy mood, despite my tent being drenched, dancing around telling everyone my weather luck would hold and it would be sunny tomorrow. It started to snow which raised everyone’s spirits a little more. I ran into Mary who I met at the hostel, she left the day before me and I had a feeling I’d catch up with her and she was pretty down beat. I did my best to say it would all be fine and we were told a ranger would go with us over the pass the next day at 7:30am.

The camp was pretty basic, we had a room we could cook in with no heading. There were two cold showers everyone avoided and some flushing toilets. Lindsay lent me her bottle so I had a hit water bottle for the night and I went to bed in the freezing snow.

Camp Paso 7.6k (5 hours)

Okay so I’ll level with you. In my mind this was an easy day but I hadn’t factored in elevation. Something I will make sure that I do on any future hike. We still did it under par and it was slow going and i took a lot of photos at the top of the pass. Oh so I made it huh? You know why? Because hey prestó the weather was perfect. Okay not perfect but good, no wind, no rain and no snow. The sun even tried its hardest to break though the clouds.

So I awoke at 6am. That’s a lie as I hardly slept that night due to the cold. I packed up as quickly as possible, which in the dark is hard. Took down my tent and realised I had lost all my tent bags. Lindsay later found hem for me and awaited the ranger. We waited a little longer for the sun to rise and headed upwards through more forrest. The path was saturated and the park ranger seemed to stop at every leaf, tree and vegetation to give a guided tour in Spanish. It was unbelievably slow going and weighted down by the pack made it worse. As we got higher we started seeing snow and ice and we soon left the trees for the first clearing that was covered in snow. After the second lot of trees the snow was getting deep and there was one patch of ice where the ranger stayed to stop people falling into the ravine. After this there was no protection and we were at the mercy of the wind waking up through snow and ice to the top of the pass.

Now I and other had done research about his trek and in all the blogs I had read there were no pictures or reports of snow on this section. We actually had a fairly clear day as we met with people who did the trek the day after and they said visibility was really bad. Now it’s important to point out that the pass was never closed. The rangers told us that it was fine the day before when the group didn’t make it over, most of them headed back rather than try again, but in all honesty even in going over on the best day I don’t think I would have been happy to do it without a ranger.

The streams were covered with snow and at one point I went in deep thinking my gortex luck had ran out. I actually thought it had the day before but turns out the liquid in my boots was my own sweat. Still the boots were being good to me and aside from being cold they didn’t let in a drop of that stream water either. We battled the wind and snow and arrived at the top to these views.

Then as soon as we were up at the top it was the same elevation to get down. Because I stopped for photos I found myself at the back of the group and all I can say is going down was dangerous. It’s one thing to be the first person to walk over snow but as one of the last it had turned to ice and there were huge steps down covered with ice, with turns that would send you flying over the cliff edge of you made the wrong turn. Luckily for me I saved my falls for further down the mountain when we were back in the mud. I had a couple of lucky escapes including bending one of my hiking poles really badly. I couldn’t believe my luck because of that hadn’t broken my fall I’d probably be structured off the mountain. In hindsight I think the poles were part of the problem. I’m not used to using them and with my camera out I had weight on all sides and no arms to counter balance. But I made it exhausted and all on one piece and someone retrieved my had that I’d left on the path so all was good.

It was here that I said goodbye to most of the group I’d travelled with as they were all heading on to Camp Grey another 10km away on this day. It’s probably a god thing as I was exhausted. I hung out with Simon, Louie and Lottie before heading to my tent at 4:30 to warm up my sleeping bag. Camp Paso is about 200 metres from Glacier Grey and it’s cold. I popped out at 6pm for some food, the rangers gave me some pasta and I went to bed. It rained all night to give me a sticky walk the next day.

BUT today I had walked across my first mountain pass. I was ecstatic by the achievement and in the context of things I’m not sure there are many people how can say they have done the same.

Refugio Grey 10k (2 1/2 hours)

Okay so some night call this cheating but for my fifth night I had booked a bed in a Refugio. I did this to lighten the food load as I’d get dinner, breakfast and lunch provided and just to give myself a break. I have to say that I was broken at Paso. I was tired from the walking, lack of sleep and also that most of the friends I had made were now a day ahead and I wouldn’t see most of them again. To be honest I wasn’t excited about he bed in the morning but it was another night I could tick off if I made it there.

I crawled out of be with the sunrise around 7:45 and took a long time to get ready. The British family offered for me to walk with them but they were leaving later, I was cold and the only way to get warm is to walk and also I wanted to go at my own pace. I was tired and thought I’d take it slow with a lot of breaks.

I thought this trek would be fairy easy. I was wrong. The weather was also not perfect. It was a cold Octoberish day with rain not quite taking hold. There were some steep rises and drops out of the camp and then some less than 100% safe paths along cliff edges that required steep climbs. The wind wasn’t bad but seemed to be getting stronger and then there were the rope bridges. I’d forgotten about the rope bridges. This is the first one.

I reached it and took photos strapped everything to my pack got up and walked across. Looking down I realised that a fall would be instant death so I egged my self forward as if I was calling an animal to me and soon I had crossed safety. I’m not good with hikes and the word thing is that I just did it without question. Well I suppose there was no way back but I was proud of myself for the achievement.

The path then turned down into the forrest and was much more sheltered before another climb and I realised the second bridge was coming. I reached the top and could hear the wind blowing. There was a viewpoint to the right which I started to walk towards before realising that I had to cross the bridge now if it was going to happen. I got to the bridge and could feel the wind with the occasional strong gust. I didn’t want to be in the middle when that hit. I waited a few minutes for it to die down but it didn’t. So I thought now or never and stepped out on to the bridge, hunkering down a little which I hopefully thought would protect me against a sudden gust of wind. It was really scary but i made it to the other side.

Soon after I ran into the Canadian couple who told me I was nearly at the Refugio and that there was one more bridge. They also said the refugio was warm and there was a bar. I nearly cried as at this point I felt like I’d been in the wilderness for about a month. The final fridge was a doddle, the worst thing were the two girls taking selfies who held me up.

I arrived at the Refugio and it was warm. I had a hot shower, sat in the warm all afternoon. The sin came out so I decided to go to the view point to get a look at the icebergs.

I had dinner at the Refugio and the food was extra delicious and the bed was comfy and warm. I awoke the following noting realising I had broken the back of the trek and feeling like i could complete it. Two more nights of camping and one more Refugio and these camping nights should not be at high altitude, in freezing temperatures and snow….

Paine Grande 11km (3.5 hours)

Today was a fairly short walk, many people go on to the next camp, so I decided to wait for a hot lunch and hike in the afternoon. I didn’t realise I’d get kicked out and have to wait in the hall while the staff cleaned. Still, lunch was great, and I started hiking with the Dutch guy who was also in my room.

The trail largely followed Largo Grey east then skipped across land until you reach Largo Pehoe where the camp is situated on the shore. We had beautiful blue sky but the wind made it cold when we stopped to take photo. Once you get going there are some steep climbs which provide some spectacular views of the lake and glacier.

I became cold so hiked ahead on the second section of the tail. Annoyingly when I was near the camp I twisted my ankle again but managed to finish and i quickly forgot about it when I saw the campsite.

I had been told this camp was windy. As I checked in I was told they lost four tents the night before. I found a secluded place to pitch and settled in for the night. It was blustery when I arrived but the wind hit hard in the night. It was so loud but not loud enough to block out the snoring from the tent next door. Both noises kept me up all night, but the wind was really scary. My tent to it’s credit stood up to the challenge really well. I heard people the next day discussing how they had bent and broken tent poles I felt good that my little tent was in perfect condition.

Camp Italiano 8km (1hour 40mins)

I set off early the next morning, partly so I didn’t kill the snorer in the next tent and alps because the weather reports suggested rain in the afternoon and I wanted to head up to the French Valley.

I set a really fast pace and arrived at he camp before most people had left. I set up my tent in what I thought was a good place as it had drainage and headed up to the valley. I made it to the first viewpoint and hear my weather luck ran out. The mountains were covered in clouds and it was difficult see yet you could still see the beauty. At times there was a roar of an avalanche but I couldn’t locate the snow.

I decided to skip the second viewpoint when the rain started. I put on my waterproofs and headed back down to camp and jumped into my tent for a snooze feeling smug that I hadn’t gotten wet. What started as light rain turned onto a downpour and I realised that water was pooling under my tent and coming through the ground sheet. I jumped out and someone suggested I move all my things out and move my tent. Camp Italiano is a free camp and as a result has very few facilities. There is a small shelter with two picnic tables and it was full of soaking wet people. I decided I had a better idea and so I got to work building new channels for the water to flow that led it around my tent and not under it. There was so much water coming from the sky that the water hitting my tent was also running under so I build a moat, all with my boots to send the water around the tent. This worked and the water stopped pooling but I was now soaked. I got into my tent, changed into my dry clothes and waited for the rain to stop or slow down. The problem is that it didn’t. The wind picked up and there were sting winds in the trees, loud raindrops hit my tent all night and I kept hearing avalanches, thinking I’d be covered in water or something at any time. With my waterproofs soaked both inside and out and no shelter I had no choice but to wait until morning. This was 17 hours after I first got into the tent. It was a long long wait, but i can’t complain, the tent didn’t leak, i was dry, my sleeping bag was dry, my shoes were dry which was much better than most other hikers.

Refugio Chillano 17km (6 hours)

I started packing as soon as it seemed logical to do so. The rain had stopped sometime in the night and the wind had also dropped. I put everything back in my dry bags and swirly other than the ground sheet my tent was mostly dry. There were a lot of clothes hanging in the shelter trying to dry, unsuccessfully. In the night is made a playlist and put my headphones in. To be honest at this point I was tempted to march back to Paine Grande and catch the boat back to the busses but I’d come so far I knew I couldn’t give up now. I walked the first 2km in 25mins listening to metal and arrived at Camp Francis. People were pretty miserable here too due to the rain and I ran into some of the O Trekkers from the day behind me so I hiked with them.

Due to the rain there was a lot of mud, the paths turned into streams and this that we did have to cross were inflated. Today i was mostly walking alongside Lago Nordenskjöld. There was lots of ups that gave us some great views and a rainbow popped out.

Once we passed the lake i said goodbye to my new friends and took the shortcut to Chiliano. What I didn’t expect was the extra deep stream to cross and this is where my boots failed me, but only because the water came over the top of them. To be fair the amount of water they let in was minimal but I now had a wet foot. This path was more remote so it went through bogs and many more streams before heading uphill for the final climb to the Refugio.

I made a new friend from Belgium along the way for the final push and with 1km to go a storm hit but i was dry in my waterproofs. I was so glad to arrive i didn’t care that the weather said it would rain all the next day. I told everyone that as long as i was there it would be sunny butte caught up with Lindsay again and we made a pact to have breakfast and set off to the towers at 8am. The storm cleared and We went outside to have a celebration beer.

I found it funny that the tents on this camp site were all on stilts up a steep hill. Also on the way i saw the horses that bring the supplies to the camps.

The Torres and return to Central 12km (5 hours)

Many people got up to see the sunrise at the towers, which as I predicted was perfect (I saw some photos and videos) but as planned I had breakfast and headed up at 8am. It’s a 4km walk through forrest that turns into a steep climb and then is a scramble up rocks to the lake. On the way we saw the sunrise hit the towers.

The day was beautiful and we ran into many of our fellow hikers on the way up. Today was a stressful day as the bus was at 2:30 so we had to make good time. Hiking fast without bugs we made it up in 80mins and I finally saw what i had come here to see. The Towers:

Whilst up there the snow stayed falling so we decided it was time to get to the bus stop and head back. On the way down we saw a woodpecker.

Then it was a largely downhill hike to the busses. I twisted my ankle again with abut 1km left to go but made it in plenty of time. When I got on the bus i nearly cried. I’d achieved the thing that I set out to do. The whole trip up until this point has been based around this trek, the practice hikes and I had done it. I was so excited to get back to town, get clean and have a rest day. Right now I can’t really describe everything I went through but I know it’s changed me. It was Type 1.5 Fun. I do know that I love hiking, I hate carrying the bag and I don’t want to camp more than a few days, although a pub and a bed at the end is more ideal. I do however finally feel alive. And more importantly tomorrow I don’t have to wake up in the freezing dark to put on the sweaty clothes I’ve been wearing for the past 8 days.

I forgot to take a before photo but here is the after one.

El Calefate

After seven days in El Chaltén it was time to move on again. This was the longest I’d spent in one place since I’d left Aldea Luna on February 16. The next stop was El Calafate famous for being the stop over for the Puerto Moreno Glacier. El Calefate is primarily a tourist town, and therefore expensive. I noticed when I reached El Chaltén that there were more tourists and this was no exception. That aside the town is really pretty in the hostel I stayed in had beautiful views.

Most the people I’d met stayed in the American del Sur hostel, which was new, clean and had a great, although expensive, BBQ restaurant attached. I took advantage of the steak deal so I could clean out the salad bar-it’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to eat a lot of fruit and vegetables. I was brought three steaks and saved one for the following day.

I booked an afternoon bus ticket to the glacier and rested up in the morning planning my next steps.

The bus takes around 90mins to teach the glacier. The bus travels around the Largo and then across the flat steps with mountains in the background, where you get an idea of how vast this region is.

When you get to the National Park the rangers come on the bus and you pay the entrance fee.

The road then twists and turns along the shore of the glacial melt water and you start getting your first glimpses of the glacier.

When the bus drops you off you get around 4-5 hours to explore. I headed down to the lake to get some shots of icebergs from the glacier.

The glacier stands at 70metres high and 5k wide, stretching across the mountain range. You can hear the ice breaking and hitting the water from a distance. It’s a really loud and exhilarating experience. I wasn’t able to photograph the entire glacier to give any sense of scale. But this is the biggest glacier I’ve seen so far, it’s almost unreal in how large it is. I’ve also heard people talk about the glacial blue and I found it in the cracks of the at the front (see the top pic).

You view the whole glacier from impressive walkways which stretch for kilometres giving unprecedented views.

It started to rain so I headed for cover and caught the 7pm bus. I arrived at the hostel for 9pm. Time for dinner, packing and getting ready for my 8am bus to Puerto Natales the following day. The O trek was getting closer!

El Chaitén – Fitz Roy, Cerró Torre and Loma del Pliegue Tumbado

If you are a fan of mountains and colours then i hope you will enjoy this post. There are many photos…

Since watching the movie Alive I’ve been fascinated by the Anides. Not that I want to crash and eat my friends, but the vastness of them. I remember where they finally manage to ascend to the summit only to see more mountains stretching out into the horizon in every direction. I’ve finally been able to experience some of that for myself.

The bus from Los Antiguas arrived on El Chaltén at 6am. I’ve never slept well on coaches and it wasn’t helped when we hit the gravel road. I didn’t have a hostel booking so luckily we stopped outside of a 24 hour restaurant attached to a hostel and went inside out of the freezing rain. The place I’d been told about was closed. At 9am we went searching for another hostel and found Hostel Del Largo. The rooms were due to be ready at 2pm. So I endured one of the longest waits of my life on the wettest day of my life. At 2:15 I asked if we could get into the rooms and I was told they had been ready for ages. I nearly hit the man. But a sleep and another great steak and I was ready for some hiking.

Roberto and Ricardo had decided to take on the Heumel Circuit, a challenging 4 day hike which I had mentioned to them the day before. They suggested that I do a three day hike covering part of what they had intended to cover, Cerré Torró and Fitz Roy.

Cerró Torre – Day 1

I packed my bag for hiking, hired some hiking poles to practice ahead of the O Circuit, told Alexa where I was going in case I died and found myself at the beginning of a very busy trail. From my understanding it was largely flat, which it was, but it didn’t stop the inlines at the beginning hitting me hard as an inexperienced backpacker. The day was sunny but there was still a lot of cloud cover over the mountains but this dissipated as the day went on.

It was 8km to the campsite, just at the bottom if Laguna Torre. I arrived at by 12:30, so it took me 3 hours with a little rest and a sandwich stop, and promptly put up my tent which had stunning views.

I went to investigate the lake and when I first arrived Cerró Torre was under cloud cover.

I decided to trek up to the viewing point around the side of the lake to get a better view of the glacier. This was much more uphill and I was aching and tired from carrying my back but determined to make it to the top as I scrambled and slid over rocks. When I got there I realised the Sky was clearing and was treated to a great view of the glacier.

I returned to the beach and a guided tour arrived so I seated myself close by to listen in and pretended to read my Kindle. I found out the water was drinkable, which was good as I hadn’t seen another water source close by, and he said the sun would clear the clouds. Which it did.

I left my Kindle on the beach returned to camp. Realised I’d left my Kindle. Ran back to the beach and frantically looked. A man had found it and asked me if it was what I was looking for and I returned to the camp. Had dinner, realised I’d forgotten my toothbrush and went to bed. Then the cold came. It was so cold I couldn’t sleep, or at least I kept waking as i managed to sleep through the sunrise until 8am when I awoke and ran to the lake again and snapped these.

Everyone was already up and at the beach but it was still freezing so I returned for a hazy breakfast and packed up. I got talking to a few of the other campers and Lindsay, Salma and Loren were all going the same way. We packed up and then the sky really cleared so I saw Cerró Torre in all it’s glory.

Fitz Roy – Day 2

The trek to Fitz Roy involved retracing our steps for several kilometres and then taking an a joining path which met with the Fitz Roy trail, that leads to El Chaiten. Again it was supposed to be largely flat with a short hill, it wasn’t a short hill, there was a long uphill march. After we had walked across the base of the mountain we were treated to some lakes and started to see sights of Fitz Roy.

I had thought it was going to be an easy day and having left much later than I would have liked I felt under pressure to get to the camp sight so I could get a closer look at Fitz Roy. I knew the weather was due to change the next day so you really have to take advantage of opportunities when you can. I pushed through and made it to the second campsite. Put up the tent and had a little rest.

Looking at the map the view point was only 1.7k away but the guide said it was an hours walk. What followed is one of the toughest hours of my life and I faced nearly a literal vertical climb up the mountain. Yes there were steps on the trail but they were covered with streams at times, slippery rocks and the worst, other rude hikers. We met an eagle on the way up.

When I reached the top the path turned to loose stones and gravel and I got to touch my first snow. The views were amazing and you could see for miles in all directions.

There is a lake at the top and a pathway that you can follow for a little way for a view of a blue lagoon.

The cold soon kicked in and we decided to head down to camp. I’m not sure this was any easier than going up and my knees were hurting by the end. I had dinner and retreated for another cold night. I skipped the sunrise trek back up as I didn’t want to damage my legs any further.

Return to El Chaltén – day 3

Instead of the sunrise walk Lindsay and I did a short 4km walk to see a hanging glacier.

On the way the wind picked up and started blowing really hard. We tracked back to camp and packed up with my tent nearly blowing away in the process. When walking back to town my backpack acted as a sail and I was blown about but soon we reached the other side of th foot hills and the wind died down. We saw the valley where El Chaltén sits on the way back.

I checked into my new hostel, retrieved my bags from the other. Showered, changed and treated myself to a delicious burger at B&B. Not sure the photos do it justice.

The next day I sorted out my gear and was largely a rest day but I couldn’t resist going on a short hike. This was the first time I’d been on the town on a clear day and you can see why people like it here.

I walked up to the Cóndor viewpoint to see the town from above and the lakes in the distance.

On the way back down this little guy ran right past me.

I agreed to go on a sunrise hike to Laguna Capri with Salma and Rich who i met in the hostel the previous night. We set off at 5am, to find out a little later this was an hour early. Standing around int he cold, it was supposed to be -4 we tried to keep warm whist being mesmerised by the starts and slowly watched the colours of the sky change. As the sun hit Fitz Roy we were rewarded as it turned a pinky red.

Loma del Pliegue Tumbado

I arrived back around 9am and decided to go on another trek but not before I spent 3 hours waiting for my apps to update after I accidentally hit update all-never so this if you don’t have decent WIFI.

I had always wondered what it was like to walk up a mountain, each time I passed one in a car or bus. Well on this trek I accidentally found out so I can tick that off my list. I knew this trek was hilly. Actually 8km literally uphill.

It was a lovely sunny day and I set off making good time. The path winds it’s way up meadows before turning into forrest. At the 4K mark the path split into two different destinations. I stopped to eat a sandwich. I continued and promptly left my camera and hat behind only realising when I tried to take a photo of a butterfly.

I raced back down the track and a man told me he had seen the camera where I left it, retreated the camera, but not the hat and continued up the path. When the forrest ends abruptly I walked up the very to top the mountain where it is mostly rock. There are a few streams that cross the landscape and the snow and ice appear. I went to put on my hat and found that I had also left this behind me on the path. Annoyed but determined I’d find it I continued only to realise I’d left my camera behind when I tried to take another picture of a butterfly. Luckily it was not too far behind me. I realised I was exhausted after the early start and was determined to reach the viewpoint, knowing the summit was out of ny reach. I was in quite a lot of pain but pushed on and was rewarded with this view while I ate the rest of my lunch.

As i sat some condors flew overheard. I love watching these birds. They normally fly in pairs at really high altitudes.

My ears were cold because of the lack of hat so I decided to make the return journey and on the way managed to photograph a butterfly and moth.

I ran into an American man and he told me my hat was on the sign where the pasta split. I rushed back and was reunited with my hat. I’m wondering when my luck is going to run out as I’d had the best of the weather in El Chaltén too-it was due to turn tomorrow. I had a very relaxing walk downhill and when I got back to my hostel realised I’d walked 28k and climbed 344 floors. I think this is a record for me and was an appropriate end to my El Chaltén trekking trip.

Chile Chico and Los Antiguos border crossing

My next big stop was El Chaltén to do some proper trekking. To get there I had to cross the border via Chile Chico which was more took longer than I hoped. For those of you attempting it I’ll explain below.

The day after the glacier trek was a complete washout, making me glad I took advantage of the weather for the marble caves when I could. The bus did not leave Puerto Rio Tranquilo until 4pm so I had the whole day to plan. Unfortunately the internet had other ideas and it didn’t work for anyone in the town that day.

I bundled on to the “bus” more of a stretch 4×4. Our bags were strapped to the roof rack and I met my buddies for the next few days. I immediately learnt that the border closes on the Chillan side at 8pm (it closes on the Argentinian side at 9:30 so don’t cross late or you’ll be stuck in no mans land-more below).

There was a 4 hour ride to Chile Chico on the most deserted and perilous roads I’ve seen so far. The Carretera Austral becomes much smaller, bumpier and less maintained the further south. We turned off to a smaller road that wound it’s way along the south of Lago Gral Carrera, mostly along steep cliff tops which are dangerously close to the edge. If it wasn’t such a grey misty day I’m sure the views would have been beautiful and terrifying. We came across a truck stuck in the road. I have no idea how the driver got this far but it was saved by a digger.

Arriving in Chile Chico we were dropped off outside the bus companies offices after the border had closed we managed to find a hostel and I got my second private room. I think the colours are better here.

I met Ricardo and Roberto, from Venezuela who lived in the US and we agreed to cross early. I realised I had left my water bottle on the bus but was reunited at the office due to my Spanish speaking friends and pure coincidence.

The Border Crossing

The crossing to Los Antiguos is not straightforward. The Argentinian side has levelled a heavy fee on busses crossing the border so there is no official public transport that takes you across. On the Chilean side there is an unofficial “mini bus”, so we jumped in the van and were driven the 3km to the border. At this point we had to exit, go through passport control, and then continue waking until the van met us again. We were then driven a further 3km into no mans land and he had to stop before he reached Argentina. It was then a further 3k walk to the Argentinian border, but with beautiful views.

We saw few cars and a few people walking but no one was picking up hitchers. We were stamped in at Argentina and then it was another 3k walk to the bus terminal which is handily the opposite side of town. Be warned that if you are taking this route you might have to walk 12k with all your bags. It’s unlikely as you should get picked up on the Chilean side, but this is unofficial.

If you are travelling in the opposite direction you will most likely have to walk from Los Antiguos to the border post, you might be able to grab a taxi, then you will have to walk the 6k through no mans land. You might be lucky and see the van at the 3km mark-look for the Chile/Argentina signs as in the photos above. The bus for Puerto Rio Tranquilo leaves in the morning. I’m afraid I don’t know the time but I think it’s before 10am.

At the bus station we were told the bus left at 8pm to arrive in El Chaltén for 6am so we had a day to kill. Leaving our bags at the offices we wondered around Los Antiguos which seemed deserted, windy and had a lot of cherry trees-but sadly no cherries.

We found a great empanada place and decided to stock up there for the journey ahead.

Arriving back at the bus station we met everyone who has been on the bus the previous day and pretty much had 4 seats each as we headed off to El Chaltén.

Currently Reading – Dirk Gentley’s Holistic Detective Agency

Puerto Río Tranquilo, Exploradores Glacier and Catedral de Marmol

I left for Puerto Rio Tranquilo on the 9:30 bus. I had decided not to do the hike at Villa Cerro Castillo, partly to save time and also I was exhausted – this decision would pay off in the next few days. I did feel a pang of regret as we drove through the village as the views were beautiful. The whole journey was a feast for the eyes but sadly this time the busses windows were misted and I was stuck on the wrong side. I did manage to get some shots.

I arrived in a windswept Puerto Rio Tranquilo five hours later and headed to the hostel. The plan was to camp but after walking into the wood fired heated reception area and finding out I could have a private room to myself for 12000 a night I ditched the camping idea. It was the first time I’d had a room to myself in nearly two months. It’s not much but to me it was bliss.

I dumped my things and headed out to book my tours. I asked about a bus ticket at what counted for the bus station, then went to look for the tours. I had met a Chilean lady on a bus that said her daughter ran one of the tours, the office was closed and I couldn’t find the office for the company I had researched so I went with 99% Aventura. I tried to book a boat to the marble caves but as one was leaving at the time and I didn’t have my camera I was told to come back later. I went back to buy my bus ticket but the place was locked up at the crack of 4pm. I went for a walk around town and took some shots.

Exploradores Glacier

I was told to get to the office for 7am. I’m still learning that time works differently here and arrived at 6:40am to a dark and empty town. Maria and Jacob from Chicago arrived ten minutes later and at 7am everyone else magically appeared. We were handed some equipment and jumped on the bus to the glacier. We stopped at a waterfall to get some snaps.

We arrived at the National Park and changed into our hiking gear. The trek was 4.8k each way and would take around 6 hours. We started off through the forest and very quickly were jumping across boulders with mountains and rainbows as our backdrop.

When we reached the valley the landscape changed completely to just rocks, which had been pushed by the glacier. There was no vegetation as under the rocks was ice, which you can see in some of the closeup pics. I felt as if I was on Mars, it’s the weirdest landscape I’ve ever been on and one of the most beautiful. The glacier was in the distance, we could see multiple rainbows and there were lush green mountains with waterfalls in the background.

As we got closer to the glacier the ice was more on the surface so we stopped to put on crampons.

After wearing these I felt as if I could run up walls! I need to get myself some of these.

And then I got to walk on my first glacier, the second one is seen in my life about two days apart. I didn’t expect it to be so beautifully messy, but this is how nature is in general. There were cracks and holes and streams and rocks. When we got to the glacier the weather changed considerably, becoming much colder and raining.

On the way back we went to look at some of the caves in the glacier in more detail.

We returned the same way that we had arrived and I was tried after 6 hours of trekking but the sun was out and the day was beautiful.

Catedral de Mármol

The weather held up when I returned to Puerto Rio Tranquilo so knowing it was due to rain the next day I fought my exhaustion and booked myself on a marble cave tour. Initially it was just me but seven others soon arrived, some like me fresh from the glacier tour, and headed out to the boat.

It was beautiful on the lake and I had some great views of the mountains.

It took 30mins to get to the caves and we were able to get up close to them.

By the time we headed back the wind had started and the boat had to fight against the waves. I was freezing when I got home but was tempted out later for a beer even though I had gone to bed. The next day was a complete washout and I was glad I took advantage of the weather when I had the chance.

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