Saturday, January 22, 2011

17-21.01.11 - Navimag Ferry Chilean Fjords (Puerto Natales to Puerto Montt)

We checked our bags in at the suspiciously quiet port and went for something to eat in Puerto Natales with our Danish friend Line. Word at the port was the ferry would sail after a short delay. We couldn't help but notice there seemed to be some tension in the air with military groups hiding in the shadows. We were told we would board at 12 midnight. After a hearty meal it was time to try some Pisco (Chilean grape brandy). Rach had a Pisco Sour, a cocktail of Pisco, lemon juice, sugar and a beaten egg. Our friendly host gave us a Chilean and a Peruvian Pisco on the house to sample the difference between the two. As we came to pay our bill disaster struck. Easily the largest vehicular convoy of protestors passed the window of the restaurant heading for the port. Cars beeping, black flags waving, groups of men shouting. No doubt enroute to block the port and stir things up. We headed to the port to find the military had blocked the roads leading to the ferry and were directing protestors in opposing directions. We cautiously walked through the protestors and spoke to the guards who told us to come back in a couple of hours. They didn't want to stir up the crowd by letting us tourists through. Nightmare! - we were indefintely separated from all of our bags and we didn't know if the ferry would set sail without us. We decided to try the back route. We walked around a few blocks to the other side of the port to find the military there too. Oddly, these guys were really friendly and could tell we were foreigners. They let us through with no drama.

Scene at Puerto Natales port when we left the restaurant


In the boarding room we were then told boarding was delayed until 2am but we eventually boarded at 4am.  The protestors had dissappeared, again it was eerily quiet in the port. 90 of us were ushered to the ferry. We were directed to our cabins and the ferry set sail at 8.30am. Only 4.5hrs after it's scheduled departure. After 7 days of waiting around in Puerto Natales we were back on route as planned. Sadly we were denied the opportunity to trek the 5 day 'W' at Torres Del Paine, one of our highlights for this trip. We were, quite simply, gutted...

This is usually full of containers, trucks and trailors exporting goods out of Pataonia. It was empty due to the strikes. It will have massive implications on the local economy for weeks


A couple of hours later we arrived at the narowest part of the route, the Angostura White narrows only 80 mtrs wide. The ship was 30! As we passed through the narrows we were joined by a family of dolphins. Next we passed through the Sobrenes straits, the most southerly part of our whole South American trip. As daylight diminished we entered the Amalia Estuary at the wall of the Skua Glacier, belonging to the South Patagonian Ice Field. The evening was spent sharing a dyer 'carton' of wine and listening to even worse 90's pop in the bar.

Angostura White Narrows, Chilean Fjords Southern Patagonia


Scenery around the English Narrows. Complete with rainbow.


The Skua Glacier, Amalia Estuary

 

Rach at the hideously small wheel of the ship. Seriously, this was it.

 

The following day we arrived at Puerto Eden located on Wellington Island. The remote island town is home to only 150 inhabitants, many of them from the indiginous sea fairing tribe 'the Kaweskar' who roamed the Magellan Straits. Access to and from the town is from the Navimag which arrives only once a week. From here we continued up the English Narrows (Angostura Inglesa) allowing only one ship at a time. As dusk fell we past the ghostly 'Capitan Leonidas', a cargo ship that ran aground in the 1970's. It is now used as a lighthouse to warn other sailors. Our crew told us we may be able to see hump back whales. No joy - although we did see a few seals and sea lions.

Puerto Eden, home to 150 inhabitants including the remaining Kasweskar people


  The ghostly Capitan Leonidas


That evening we sailed into the open Pacific Ocean. Our ship was being hit by 3-4 metre waves during dinner which made for comedy viewing. People trying to carry trays with soup, spaghetti bolognese and drinks over slippery vinyl to a moving table. Fortunately the crew were on hand to help. That evening the waves increased to 4-6 metres. Many passengers were sea sick but neither Rach or I suffered thanks to the pills. That evening we tried to watch 'Inception' on the big screen in the dining room. Chairs, tables and people were flying everywhere. We decided to call it a night around midnight and head for our bunks. At 1am we both woke to a massive crash. After a few moments silence I heard Rach whisper from beneith 2 blankets and a bed spread 'Ryan we are not going to go over are we?'. 'Of course not' I replied. 'It's not possible'. I wasn't really sure. Some time afterwards we fell asleep. Our heads whacking the headboards every couple of seconds...

On our final day we awoke to mist, lots of it and rain too. I went out on deck which was covered in spagetti bolognese. At least the rain would soon wash it off. We could see nothing of the 3 volcanoes we passed. The day was spent reading and anticipating the evenings entertainment. That night was Bingo Night. The raucous game of  Bingo was a really good laugh, a great end to a great experience. Rach won game 2 which meant she had to dance to Shaggy's 'Boombastic' on her own in front of 90 not-so-strangers.

Er, Bingo!


After a relatively calm night we entered the Corcovado Gulf past Chiloe Island and reached Puerto Montt around 11am. On arrival at our hostel we were not surprised in the slightest to see half the ship staying here too. Oh well....

Rach with our friend Line from Denmark nearing Puerto Montt


Passengers walking off the ferry at the end of the 4 day trip in Puerto Montt


Monday, January 17, 2011

10-17.01.11 Puerto Natales and Torres del Paine (not quite)

We were pretty sad to be leaving Argentina but the draw of the majestic Torres del Paine national park was too strong so across the border to Chile we went.  Puerto Natales is about 160km from the park and the perfect place to get supplies for our 5 day, 4 night trek named the ‘W’ trek.

Puerto Natales architecture - mainly consists of sheet metal external walls


 
The lake and mountains from the town



We had a full day to shop for our supplies and after a chat with the hostel owner ‘Omar’ about equipment and appropriate foods to take with us, we headed off to the shops.  The ideal foods for the multi-day trek are fat and carbohydrates.  The idea is not to have a nutritious meal but stock up on energy.  Porridge mixed with dried milk and rice cereal for breakfast, 2 cereal bars with dried fruit and nuts for lunch, rice or noodles with tuna or dried beef for our evening meal.  We rented out minimal camping equipment from our hostel and packed our rucksacks ready to catch the 7.30am bus the next morning. 

At around 5pm in the evening we started to hear vehicles beeping their horns and saw they had black flags attached to their cars indicating that they were in protest.  We had heard about this earlier in the day but it seemed to have been dismissed as ‘probably’ not going to happen.  The local news reported that from midnight on the 11th January all businesses and public transport in the Magellanes region would shut down indefinitely in protest against a recently announced rise in gas prices.  We understand that gas prices are rising throughout all of Chile but the Magellanes region (Southern Patagonia) were to have a more significant rise than say the Northern regions.  In Southern Patagonia winter lasts for 8+ months of the year and as public transport is scarce, they rely heavily on using their own transport to get around.  A gas rise of around 20% would cripple a lot of businesses in this region who use natural gas to heat their homes, drive their cars and run their businesses. Wages here are relatively low yet the price of living is high.  Needless to say, we fully understand why the locals are striking.

Wednesday 12th Jan, our intended start date for the `W`, came and went with road blocks to all routes in and out of town.  We read on the internet that 2 people had died and 4 were injured in a fire at a road block in Punta Arenas the capital of the region.  Luckily, the demonstrations in Puerto Natales were peaceful but no-one was allowed to enter or leave.  We were advised that the National Park was now closed with 1,500 people still trapped people in the park.

Thursday 13th Jan brought a new found hope as the government were meeting at 10am to discuss the issues.  A public tourist meeting held that evening in the main square advised that it was unfortunate but that we were being used as political hostages in the negotiations.  We were advised to stay calm, and not to get aggressive or involved in the demonstrations.  They also advised that they were unable to represent us and that the Red Cross had been brought in to offer support whilst the military were on hand to keep the peace.

That evening, Ryan and I went out for dinner whilst hundreds of other tourists queued up at the Red Cross to register their details and seek accommodation.  I was more gutted that we hadn`t made the BBC news.

After no news on the Friday, we decided to make use of Saturday and walk up the only hill in close proximity – Mirador Dorotea.  The first 2 hours took us through the town and over fields to the main road to Punta Arenas, the official border crossing to Argentina 30kms away and past one of the road blockades.  The blockade was strange really, we expected it to be a bit hostile although we knew we would be able to pass on foot no problem.  It was actually quite the opposite with bbq’s and tents set up, music playing from the cars and whole families protesting.  We walked through no problem with everyone responding to our ‘Holas’ with friendly smiles.

The road blockage




The hike itself was a total of 2.5 hours up and down, rising approx 600m with views of the town, lakes and mountains.  Well, we would have had good views if it hadn’t started to rain the minute we got to the top!  We had to pay an entrance fee of about £6.50 each as the walk was on private property.  Our broken conversation in Spanish with the landlady confirmed that this included drinks and lunch on our return.  The rain was pretty heavy as we approached the farm and we were glad to have the hot drinks provided.  At first we thought our lunch was some bread and crackers with jam but we heard the sizzle of the frying pan and out came some lamb steaks (lamb reared on the farm) and scrambled eggs (from her own hens). It was delicious and we were pleased that it gave us the opportunity to practice our Spanish with someone who didn’t understand a word of English.

Mirador Dorotea



 
View of the `now extremely familiar `Puerto Natales from Mirador Dorotea

 
The lake and mountains (after the rain had cleared)


We finished our walk by a different route, back through the road blocks and past the local Mylodon (an extinct local beast) sculpture.  Some cheeky protestors had armed him with the obligatory black flag in support of the ‘No al alza del Gas’ protests.

Mylodon in protest


The next few days were spent with the rest of the Kaweskar Hostel so called `hostages`.  We were really lucky to have such great people in our hostel and such a great host in ‘Omar’.  The days and nights were spent reading, watching films and eating and drinking with our friends in the evenings.

 Kaweshka Hostel - our home for 7 days



We did finally make the BBC news on the internet (article attached) although the British Embassy (despite two emails) never contacted me to see if we were alright.  The Military and Red Cross are now managing the evacuation of over 2,000 tourists from the region, all of our hostel have either walked or hitch-hiked into Argentina but we have eagerly awaited the departure of the Navimag ferry which we had booked a few weeks ago.  As we write, we have checked in and have to go back to the port for boarding at 8pm.  Fingers crossed we get on that boat and set sail at 4am tomorrow morning.  Although Puerto Natales is a nice enough place, spending 7 days here without even having sight of Torres del Paine has been pretty grim.

BBC News Article



Tourists trapped in Chile due to fuel price strikes


Protesters burn tyres in Punta Arenas, Chile (12 Jan 2011) 
Thousands of foreign tourists are trapped in southern Chile due to strikes and road blockades by locals protesting a rise in fuel prices.

The tourists, some of whom have been stuck for four days, had hoped to leave for neighbouring Argentina, but have reportedly been turned back.

The strike was sparked by a government plan to hike gas prices by nearly 17%.
The move has brought the region to a standstill and led to clashes with police, who responded with tear gas.

On Tuesday, two young women were killed when a truck smashed through a blockade.
'Turned back'

About 2,000 tourists are stuck in the cities of Puerto Natales and Punta Arenas, in the deep south of Patagonia.
Most of the tourists, who come from more than 20 countries, had been visiting the majestic Torres del Paine national park, Chile's biggest tourist attraction and a popular destination for hikers.

The demonstrators say they have now relaxed the blockades to allow tourists to leave.

But one American tourist, speaking to the BBC from Puerto Natales, said that when the first group of foreigners had tried to leave for Argentina, they had been turned back.

The Red Cross is assisting tourists, and the Chilean military is on hand to maintain order.

Several foreign governments have advised their citizens not to travel to southern Chile, and some embassies have put pressure on the government in Santiago to resolve the issue.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

07-09.01.11 El Calafate & Perito Moreno Glacier

The only positive spin on the frankly absurd 30 hour bus journey to Southern Patagonia was pulling into the services and seeing a Chaka Demus and Pliers Tease Me Tease Me ‘cassette’ for sale. It was a bit dusty and the cabinet didn’t look like it has been opened for a while.

The real draw to El Calafate is the easy access to the Perito Moreno Glacier in Southern Patagonia. The weather here is much colder than we are used to, reaching freezing point over night.  This isnt surprising as we are about 80k away from the Parque National Los Glaciares.  As soon as we arrived at the hostel we were hit with the different tour options ranging from ‘transport only’ to the park to a full day visit to the glacier including a 4 hour ice hike called the 'Big Ice'.  Naturally, we went for the Big Ice hike setting off the following day.

We were picked up by coach at 7am and had our first views of the glacier around 2 hours later from the coach window.  The Perito Moreno Glacier isn't the largest glacier in Patagonia but because it is only 80k from El Calafate and 185m above sea level it is the most accessible.  The condition of this glacier is also stable - a relief when other glaciers have been reported as receding.  Every few minutes you could hear this amazing cracking noise when the ice breaks off into the Lago Argentina.  The sound of even the smallest piece breaking off is phenomenal, and not something we could possible describe adequately through the blog.  


First view of the Perito Moreno Glacier from the window of the bus


We first visited the ´tourist spot’ (several walkways and view points) to photograph the glacier on close proximity.  


4km wide and 30k deep...

 

60m above the surface and 100m below the waterline


Ice bridge created by the water ( We heard it collapsed 1hr later. Only happens every 3 or 4 yrs!)


 The dark bits are where the glacier has carved up the earth helping to create the valley


After boarding a boat we set off on an hour walk through the forest to get kitted out with the crampons and harness we needed to go ice hiking.  


We were in a group of 10 with two guides, one main guide and the other a‘spotter`.  


As the ice moves so much each day (up to 2m in the central zone) each tour is quite different with the terrain always changing.  There were occasions where the surface of the glacier was too steep for us to climb without ice axes and ropes so we had to turn back and find an alternative route.   
 

This really made the experience authentic and not just another tour that is the same from the next.  The ice formations, lagoons and crevasses were incredible as you can see for yourselves in the pictures.


Standard Freemans Catalogue pose...


The potential for jokes and inuendo are limitless....


Rach in action. The guides were fantastic and always there to help when things got a little hairy. We wore harnesses but nobody actually tied a rope to us. We think the harness was to pull us out in case we fell. Forward planning... 



Our favourite shot - Reminds me of Supermans house. Human scale is around half the height of the blue spoldge in the cente


We were on the ice for over 4 hours and in total it was a 6 hour hike.  It was AMAZING.  One of the best things we have done while we have been away, right up there with Iguazu Falls.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

02-04.01.11 Bariloche

So why Bariloche?  Well, pretty much all of our visits for the next few weeks are about outdoor activities in the Andes and this was no exception. We stayed in a Hostel called 'Penthouse 1004' which was previously an apartment on the top floor of a 10 storey block. The place had been recommended by two of our fellow travellers as 'the best views in Bariloche' and it did not dissapoint.  The views below from the hostel balcony speak for themselves.

View from 1004 Hostel, Bariloche

 
Shortly after arriving at our hostel we survived our first earthquake. Measuring 7.1 on the richter scale it's epicentre was 500 miles away in Chile. Not a great time to be staying on the 10th floor! We could feel the whole place sway from side to side. Imagine my surprise - I had gone for a 10 minute sit down in the bathroom! I thought I had made myself dizzy but was relieved when Rach said it was only an earthquake...

For our first day the weather in the mountains was forecast for light rain and snow showers with poor visablity so we opted for a 'low altitude' day.  Firstly we headed to the tiny Cerro Campanario, a small hill overlooking lake Nahuel Huapi with tremendous 360 deg panoranic views of the Nahuel Huapi National Park.  Being tight-fisted outdoorsy types, we opted for a 30 minute steep climb over the relatively expensive 5min chairlift ride to the top. From the top we could see the ski resort of Villa Catedral and the snow capped  peaks of Mount Cerro Cateral (2,388m) and Cerro Tronador (3,491m) on the Chilean Border in the distance. A taster for what we were about to tackle next!

View from Cerro Campanario of Nahuel Huapi National Park


We'd heard about a 65km 'Circuito Chico' bike ride from Bariloche which followed the shores of Lake Nahuel Huapi to a number of dramatic view points before crossing over to Lake Perito Moreno. We soon realised the first and last 20km was on a very busy main road so we opted for the marginally less life threatening 25km ride through the forests of the national park.  That said, even here the first 7km was on a main road with frequent buses rattling past with little room to spare. It wasn't for the feint heated and we had a couple of  'moments'. Once past the Llao Llao Peninsula the roads narrowed and the traffic disappeared allowing us to enjoy the awe-inspiring scenery to the full. On the return leg we found a small artesanal brewery, or Fabrica de Cervesa, on the shores of the lake called Gilbert. They served cloudy blonde ale in pint pots. A nice reminder of home.

Rach conquering the final climb of the circuit. Imagine listening to the Rocky theme tune for maximum effect!

 
Ryan failing miserably to look cool


The following day we caught a bus to the ski resort of Villa Catedral where we picked up a trail to Refugio Frey. Refugios are small serviced mountain huts with basic facilities for overnight stays making it possible to stay in the hills for days linking different refugios. The trail winds its way around Cerro Catedral before ascending up the Van Titter Valley through the forest past the Piedritas shelter. Once out of the forest the granite peaks of Cerro Catedral came into view. We could see Andean Condors circling overhead high up above the peaks.

Passing through the forest befor the climb to Refugio Frey


 Just out of the tree zone with Cerro Catedral in the back ground. Around 4 hours before we got there.


A 700m climb up the valley brought us to Frey and lake Toncek, we had a quick stop for lunch before climbing a further 300m up very technical scramble to lake Schmoll on the north face of Cerro Cathedral well into the snow zone. Conscious of available daylight we pressed on through the snow to the summit knowing the south side of the mountain was snow free. A further 200m scramble took us over the ridge into sunshine. We still had a 2hr trek to the summit along the southern ridge before arriving at the top of the Catedral ski lifts. As we stood to have a rest a condor soared past no more than 30 mtrs from us and at eye level. Everything was completely silent. It was unforgettable and truly amazing.

Rach in the snow zone before the final 200m scramble. Lake Schmoll in the background


Near the summit of Cerro Catedral


Not wanting to be defeatist we declined the offer of a chairlift ride down the mountain and decided to walk. We didn't lose the path - There was no path! To be safe we followed a montain road which snaked it's way back down to the resort taking longer to get off the mountain than we had anticipated. We caught the bus back to Bariloche 9hrs after setting off. We thought it would take 6hrs!

Our final day in Bariloche was spent resting and trying to figure our how to get to the remote El Calafate in the Torres Del Paine National Park in Southern Patagonia. Our only option was a 30 hour bus journey - Ouch!!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

28.12.10 – 01.01.10 Buenos Aires (inc New Years Eve)

Buenos Aires is normal! I mean familiar to a point it’s like Paris only everything is a fraction of the price. It doesn’t feel like South America at all. We don’t look like foreigners, unfortunate as we’ve grown to quite like the inquisitive looks followed by laughter at our somewhat pathetic gringo attempts to seamlessly ‘blend in’. Here the influence from immigrants from all over Europe can be seen in the architecture, street names, al fresco dining and those infinitely dependable Irish pubs, more on that later.

We treated ourselves to a budget blowing hostel called ‘Reine Madre’ between the barrios of Palermo and Recoleta, both middle class suburbs with tree lined avenues, cafes and bars. After a now relatively short 17 hour bus ride from Mendoza we ventured into the downtown area to Plaza de Mayo.  The plaza is flanked by the Casa Rosada, home to the Argentine government. It’s also where Evita famously addressed the nation amongst other things. A short but hideously hot circuit of Avenida de Mayo (a bit like Paris), Avenida 9 de Julio (a bit like the M25) and the pedestrian street Florida (a bit like a posh Benidorm) was followed by an early bath with a cold beer.

Casa Rosada, Plaza de Mayo


Florida - The main pedestrian shopping area


On our first full day we decided to head across the Rio de la Plata for a day trip to Colonia del Sacramento in Uruguay. The place was once a Portuguese smuggling port designed to disrupt the Spanish port of Buenos Aires.  Immigration, check in queues, a slow ferry and a different time zone meant we had less than 5 hours to explore. We spent half our time eating a fantastic parilla of steak, chorizo, black pudding, chicken and intestines.  The historic quarter of Colonia itself is no bigger than say St. Ives in Cornwall. A quick dash around the picturesque town satisfied us we had seen enough of the town but we wished we had visited more of Uruguay.

On Thursday we took a bus west to La Boca, home to the Boca Juniors football team. We both really wanted to watch a match but the season ended 3 weeks ago and doesn’t restart until late January. There are two football seasons per year in Argentina so the break is only 5 weeks or so. Very bad timing on our part! Tut. We took a tour of La Bombonera stadium and visited the museum before heading to The Caminito. This is a small area of brightly coloured buildings along the river created in the 1950’s by a local artist.

La Bombonera, Boca Juniors football stadium -  Empty. Tut!!


The Caminito area, La Boca (a short walk from the stadium)



That evening we went to a top notch tango show at the Piazolla Theatre in central Buenos Aires. We have roughed it quite a bit over the last couple of months (erm, apart from Mendoza) so it was a nice treat to put on some socks, change our undies and sit at a fancy candle-lit table. The show was spectacular with up to 10 dancers giving their all for 90 minutes. We had fantastic seats in the middle of the newly refurbished traditional theatre. An experience we will never forget.

Rach in the Piazolla Theatre before the show


The Piazolla Theatre full wing. Not our photo. Not allowed during the show apparently!


New Years Eve was bizarre. The day started with a trip to Recoleta Cemetary, home to many of Argentina's famous dead people, including Eva Peron herself. A very odd place, it was more like a small town with many graves looking more like smallhouses.

Recoleta Cemetary. Uplifting it wasn't..



In the evening we met up with a couple called Shaun and Kirsty (who we met in Mendoza) in the centre of downtown Buenos Aires. The place was deserted at 10.30pm! There was literally nobody on the pavements and no cars on the roads. Somewhat perplexed we got a cab to Palermo where we had heard it should be lively. We got out of the cab into what seemed like a nightmare of a post apocalyptic nuclear fall out. The place was empty. After a little of exploring we found a couple of semi busy bars to have a drink. 12pm came and went with little enthusiasm, 15 minutes past then...

A lone woman dressed in carnival clothing walked down the middle of the road shortly followed by a drummer, then another, then another. The bars, and us, emptied onto the street as fireworks exploded in the road ricocheting off buildings. We were willingly engulfed in a samba style street party of origin unknown. The crowd seemed to come from nowhere. Shutters were flying up, bars and restaurants opened as the streets came alive to the sound of the drums. Realising we were in the middle of the road with fireworks being thrown perilously close to our heads and feet we to took retreat in that infinitely dependable Irish Pub!

Photos of new year on their way - We hope!

We loved Buenos Aires and we are sorry we only had 4 nights in Argentina’s capital city. We have decided to come back one day to avoid fireworks and see a Boca’s game…

Finally, we want to wish you all a very Happy New Year!  We were thinking of you all at 9pm Argentina time which was midnight for most of you.  Friends and family in Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Brazil and France, we thought of you too but periodically throughout the day as we can never work out the time zones!!