The last months we have been doing nothing else than trekking!!! And I mean nothing else. I mean, we did have occasional days in between the treks for transportation, washing socks and a bit of resting, but nevertheless there were never more than one or two days in a row before we went out there again. Sounds a bit maniac, doesn't it? Parque Nacional Puyehue, Parque Nacional Nauel Huapi, Parque Nacional Los Alerces, Parque Nacional Los Glaciares, Parque Nacional Torres del Paine... I've been to so many national parks so that I don't even remember the names of all of them! We've been sleeping more in our tent than in real beds, eating loads of dehydrated food, climbing endless amounts of peaks and watching several glaciers in sunrises.
Do I sound cynical? Well, I'm not. I seriously think this is the way to experience Patagonia! I`m completely satisfied with the fact that I have spent almost 2 months in my trekking boots, because I have indeed been able to visit some of the most magical places in the world. The sparkling snow in the intense afternoon sunlight in the upper part of Valle Francés. The astonishing volcanic peaks above the light clouds that filled up the valleys around Volcan Puyehue. The luminous turquoise waters of Rio Azul were you could go for a short, refreshing swim (5 seconds before freezing to death...). I just love all those places, and never in my life I will regret that I made an effort to get there!
The sky is huge over Parque Nacional Puyehue
However, after the Torres del Paine circuit (8 days, 140 kilometers, a lot of aches and blisters) we both felt that it unquestionably was time for something else! With grief in our hearts, we cancelled all our plans of trekking down in Tierra del Fuego. Instead, we went horseback riding, penguin watching and to the cinema in Punta Arenas to watch "King Kong" (horrible movie by the way). Wonderful liberation, I can tell you!!!
Refugio Otto Meiling in Parque Nacional Nauel Huapi
Don't misunderstand me. I love trekking, I really do. I'm gonna go trekking again and I'm still gonna love it. But right now, I've had a little bit too much...
Lago Nordenskjöld in Parque Nacional Torres del Paine
Tierra del Fuego was, by the way, just as far away as you would imagine. It really is the end of the world! You start to realize how distant it is when you have to travel days on a bus, without seeing anything else than the Argentine Pampas, to get there. Almost as much daylight as in Sweden a summer's day, but a whole lot colder (something made me think about Iceland, although I haven't been there at all). Unfortunately, we we're both ill when we were in Ushuaia (with colds after all that hiking) so we didn't see as much of it as we wanted to.
End of the world feeling in Puerto Natales
And now, after travelling south for almost 5 months, we finally came to the point where we had to turn north again (Antarctica was never an option). One chapter has come to its end and a new one has begun... (poetical, ey?) Coming up is tango and soccer in Buenos Aires, beachlife and surfing in Uruguay and Carnival in Rio. Sounds nice for a change!
Lots of love to all