Sunday, November 27, 2016

Torres del Paine Circuit

Preparations:
Since the Torres del Paine Nationalpark is the main attraction on the Chilenean site of Patagonia, we had to book all campgrounds a couple of weeks earlier. This led to the situation that we arrived in Puerto Natales, the town near the park, a week too early. There is not much to do there except for the not exactly close national park, so we quickly grew bored of relaxing days in bed. Finally these boring days were over and we routinely shopped for food and packed our backpacks for 11 days in the park. 

Day 1: Ranger Station Laguna Amarga - Camp Seron
Our bus to the park leaves way too early, 7.30 am, and at 9.00 am we arrive at the park entrance. However, the "check-in" process takes its time and we are ready to start our hike at 11 am. We leave civilization behind and make our way over fields and through woods towards a glacier river valley. The landscape is nice but nothing special and the hike only takes around 3 hours. The cloudy sky lets the sun peak through once in a while. We set up our tent and it starts to rain and doesn't stop for the whole night. Even though the campground has a shelter, it is uncomfortably cold and windy to hang around there. Unfortunately we meet a couple of people that had to return from Paso Gardner, as it was closed due to bad weather. We hope that it changes for the better during the following days.
At least we booked dinner in the local refuge and are happy to sit next to a fire in a cozy wooden hut. The dinner is quite nice, tomato soup and fresh bread as a starter followed by awesome roast potatoes and beef ragout. Afterwards we cuddle into our sleeping bags, listen to the rain and read until we fall asleep. 

Day 2: Camp Seron - Camp Dickson
It is still raining when we wake up. Breakfast in the refuge is great, lots of bread, scrambled eggs and huge ham slices. We even have leftovers to take away for lunch. After breakfast the rain subsides and we are able to pack up our tent and backpacks and continue onwards. The first real ascent awaits us and we are happy that we have our walking sticks, which is a huge relief for the legs and knees when walking with the heavy backpack. The landscape looks more and more alpine, except for many low bushes that just start to bloom a bright orange to red. The weather is sometimes nice, sometimes, windy, sometimes rainy, but we make it through the day drily. 
Camp Dickson is located beautifully at a lake featuring large icebergs broken off from a glacier in the distance and a great view to the backside of the Paine Mountain Massive. The refuge shelter is really cozy and we hang around reading until dinner is ready. Some kind of beef soup is followed by vegetable filled chicken breast and mashed potato/pumpkin mix. Dessert is a massive brownie covered with dulce the leche. It snows outside. 

 
 

 

 Day 3: Camp Dickson - Camp Los Perros
After an extensive breakfast in Camp Dickson, we pack up our things and start walking towards Los Perros. During the night it snowed a lot and the snow came down quite low. A ranger lets us know that there are about 30 cm snow in the next camp and that Paso Gardner, which we need to cross the next day, is still closed due to bad weather and 1 - 1.50 m of snow. Still we continue, hoping that the weather will improve and that we will be able to cross the pass. Our way leads us slowly upwards and soon we reach a gorgeous viewpoint, where we see the glacier near Camp Dickson, the Paine Mountains and into the Los Perros Valley. The weather is actually great, sun is shining and the clouds are beautifully illuminated. We continue and eventually reach the snow border, however since it is really warm, the snow already starts to melt. Shortly before the Camp Los Perros we pass by the Los Perros Glacier, a massive hanging glacier flowing into a lake. Strong gusts of wind prevent us from hanging out there too long. 
The camp is quite packed, since the pass has been closed for 2 days and people who could afford to wait did this instead of turning around. We set up our tent and enjoy the snowy landscape around us. This camp unfortunately does not offer food, so we have to cook by ourselves. Rumors spread that the rangers will decide tonight whether we can cross the pass tomorrow or not. A bit after 8 pm a ranger appears and lets us know that the pass is open again, but that there will still be a lot of snow. He encourages us to start as early as possible and no later than 8 am, since the weather tends to get worse in the afternoon. 

 

 

 

 

Day 4: Camp Los Perros - Pass John Gardner - Camp Paso
The alarm rings at 6 am and we quickly pack up our things while eating the sandwiches we prepared the evening before. The snow at the campground melted away during the night. At 7 am we are ready to leave. Not much of a warm-up stroll today, the ascend starts immediately. The massive snow melt left the path very muddy and we are glad to have our walking sticks to balance across wooden trunks or little bridges in the mud. Nevertheless, the both of us manage to sink into the mud once and our shoes get wet and dirty. The path remains like that until we exit the woods and find ourselves in a truly alpine landscape. Snow covered mountains everywhere and we make our way over rocks and through sometimes deep snow fields. Grey clouds cover the sky but there is no rain or snow and only little wind. Finally we reach the pass and a stunning view presents itself: the massive Grey Glacier is flowing out from the extensive Southern Patagonian Icefield. Ice and snow-capped mountains as far as you can see. 
The hardest part of the day and actually of the whole trek starts now: the descend to Camp Paso. Way steeper than the ascend but equally muddy. Our legs and knees hurt, it is hard going when you have to concentrate on every step, trying not to fall down while the backpack tries to push you down. When we finally reach the camp, we are exhausted and so happy, that we do not have to continue today. 

 

 

 

 

Day 5: Rest day at Camp Paso
We had to book in a rest day at Camp Paso, since the following camps were already full that night. Not too bad after the strenuous hike the day before, but also a bit boring, since it is too cold to hang around outside. Thus we spent the majority of our time in the tent, reading and sleeping. Later in the day a large travel group arrives, with porters who carry all equipment and food. Suddenly the campground is overflowing and the shelter is occupied constantly by this group. It is annoying, noisy and we are looking forward to leaving. 

Day 6: Camp Paso - Camp Grey
Our descend continues, but it is not as bad as the path directly after the Paso Gardner. The sun is shining and we have an ever changing but always stunning view towards the Grey Glacier. To Claudis dismay, we have to cross two large hanging bridges. The hike is short today and beautiful and soon we reach Camp Grey, our entrance into the famous "W trek". It is quite big but beautifully located next to the glacier and with views of massive stone walls. 
The last time we showered was the day before starting our trek, meaning actually 7 days ago. Since it was cold most of the time, we didn't sweat that much, but now that the sun is out, we feel filthy. However, hot water is only availabe from 6.30 pm to 10 pm and we have booked into kayaking at 5 pm... thus we do the impossible and shower with fresh, clean and freezing cold glacier water. Washing the body is fine, cold, but not that bad. But washing the hair is just painful, ultimate brain freeze headache. But we are clean and have the sun to warm us up again. 
Before we make our way to the kayak center, we stop by the nearby gorgeous Glacier Grey lookout and take a couple of pictures. The weather is fantastic. Then it is time to prepare for the kayaking, we get thick neoprene suits, helmets, jackets and are lounged into the turbid glacier lake. Euphoria grips us once we find ourselves close to the massive, blue icebergs in the lake. We paddle along and Domi fishes out a few small icebergs to suck on the millennia old glacier ice. We continue towards the glacier, impressive walls of the bluest jagged ice. Our guides tell us the sad story that this glacier loses massive amounts of ice each year and we already see from the surrounding rock marks that the glacier used to be not only much longer, but also much higher. Still, this kayak trip was an amazing experience and we are very glad that we had the chance to experience this. Happily we make our way to the refuge for dinner and allow each of us a beer for 5 USD. Tastes great, unlike the dinner, which is only mediocre. 

 

 

 

Day 7: Camp Grey - Camp Italiano
Breakfast in Camp Grey sucks! The crew is unorganized and chaotic, lots of things ran out and it takes a long time until we finally get something to eat and drink. It probably does not help that the water supply broke down and the tap water is running no longer. Our moods improve once we are walking again, the weather is gorgeous and we enjoy our last views of the impressive Grey Glacier. In the afternoon we reach the refuge Paine Grande where we are happy to buy apples and a coke in the minimarket. The apples taste sooo good. We continue towards Camp Italiano and are surprised that it is nowhere near as full as Camp Grey, even though it is for free. We cook dinner in the shelter and soon retire into our tent. While reading we are hearing rumbling sounds and are wondering, whether this could be a thunder storm. However, no clowd is to be seen in the blue sky above. We guess that the sounds could come from the nearby glaciers on the south side of Paine Grande. The thundering sounds continue throughout the night. 

 

 

 

Day 8: Camp Italiano - Mirrador Britanico - Camp Cuernos
The great weather from the previous day disappeared over night and the sky is overhung with thick grey clouds. We leave our things in Camp Italiano and begin our ascend into the Valle Frances. We are coming closer and closer to the south side of Paine Grande and realize that the thundering sound that we have heard the whole night are indeed avalanches coming down every 10 minutes or so. What an impressive sight! This side of the mountain anyway is gorgeous, with glaciers, snowfields and innumerable waterfalls, but to see and hear the avalanches coming down so frequently is just great. We continue to ascend into the Valle Frances and soon find ourselves surrounded by several mountain peaks featuring huge vertical cliffs. After making our way back to Camp Italiano, we pick up our luggage and walk the rest of the way towards Camp Cuernos, which turns out to be the least appealing of all campgrounds. Not because of the location, which is gorgeous, but because of the whole set up. The crew even let us wait for more than half an hour before somebody comes along to show us a spot to camp. As if we couldn't find one ourselves...
During dinner we sit next to nice but very talkative people, unfortunately the dining room is the exact opposite and as noisy as a packed bar at 11 pm, which makes it next to impossible to have a good conversation. Not what we would have liked after such a long day. The bread they serve and the lentil soup for starter are very good, but the main dish is not. We ask for more bread and as soon as dessert is over, we gladly make our way into the tent to sleep. 

 

 

 

Day 9: Camp Cuernos - Camp Chileno
During breakfast we manage to sit by ourselves and are happy about the choice of joghurt and cereals. We even take a cup of coffee to our tent and drink it while packing up. Weather is great again and we enjoy the hike towards our next camp, even though the landscape is not as stunning as it has been the last days. We arrive early and are shown to a wooden platform where we set up our tent. The campground is small and cozy. And even better, there are hot showers, which we enjoy after this sweaty day. Until dinner we spent our time sitting outside in the sun and enjoy a couple of beers. Dinner is very good and we have a nice chat with the German couple sitting next to us. Not too many people in the dining room and thus not too loud. 

 

 

Day 10: Camp Chileno - Camp Torres - Base de las Torres
We have to get up at 7 am for breakfast. It is a bit chaotic, but overall nice and we drink several cups of coffee. We are even a bit sad to leave this great campground. 
Today is a short day and we only need 1 hour to reach the next campground. We quickly set up everything and then continue the steep ascend towards the  three Torres del Paine. It is a gorgeous day again and we spend several hours sitting at the small glacier lake watching the towers and people around us. There is even a fox walking around searching for left over food. Back at the campground, we cook our last dinner. Again, we stalk a fox who is walking around the campground and try to take some pictures.

 

 

 

Day 11: Camp Torres - Ranger Station Laguna Amarga
This is our last day and all we have to do is walk back to the entrance station. No stunning landscapes anymore, no surprises. Weather anyway is not so nice, which means a good temperature for walking. We take our time but still only need about 2 hours for the hike. We arrive at a very fancy hotel, where the food and drinks are way too expensive and instead buy a coke at the nearby kiosk and wait outside until a shuttle bus takes us to the entrance station. There, we spend our time taking pictures of guanacos until our bus back to Puerto Natales leaves. Back in civilization we gorge on lamb and salmon pizzas and drink two bottles of wine. And not to forget: We have a long, hot shower and get to wear clean clothes afterwards. 

 
    

Monday, November 7, 2016

Glaciar Perito Moreno

Back in El Calafate, we had to wash all our wet and stinking clothes and thus were "forced" to hang around an entire day in our hotel room, since all the warm clothes were gone. Also our shoes were totally wet and like good German tourists, we walked around in socks and flip flops...

The next day however, clothes were clean, shoes dry and together with a couple from Munich we met during our stormy hike, we rented a car to visit Glaciar Perito Moreno, one of the biggest glaciers fed by the Southern Patagonian Icefield and one of Argentinas biggest tourist attractions. Thus, we actually expected it to be totally overcrowded. There were a lot of tourist buses, but also many walkways with magnificent views of the glacier so that all the tourists were nicely scattered and we did not have to fight for space to take an endless amount of pictures. 

Not much else is to say except that the glacier is truly marvelous and we spend the whole day walking around and watching it from different angles, only intercepted by a boat ride along the edge of the glacier. 

 

 

 

 

 

 


National Park Los Glaciares: Cerro Torre, Fitz Roy and beyond

Preparations:
During our last hikes in Peru we were extremely annoyed at the bad food that we had to eat constantly, but weather conditions didn't allow us to take a lot of variety or fresh food, since it was hot during the day and below freezing point during the night. But Patagonian weather is different and along with a lot of pasta we packed zucchini, carrots, onions, garlic, potatoes and pumpkin and even cheese, cream cheese and eggs for breakfast. 

Day 1: From El Calafate to El Chalten and to Laguna Torre
We took the bus at 8 a.m. to El Chalten and arrived around midday. We bought a last commercial meal in a bakery, a massive, great sandwich with was enough for the both of us, and started heading towards the entrance of the trail to Laguna Torre. Already in Chalten we experienced the infamous patagonian winds for the first time: strong gusts of wind tug and tear at our backpacks and try to knock us over.

With heavy backpacks we slowly walk uphill until we reach the Mirrador del Torre, where we have a great view of the magnificent Cerro Solo, but see no sign of Cerro Torre. Downwards we continue, through living and burnt woods and after a short while reach Laguna Torre, where we errect our tent at a cute campground in the woods next to a stream fed by Glacier Grande and Glacier Torre. Afterwards, we climb over the glacier moraines and reach Laguna Torre. The sky is grey, the wind comes in hurricane-like gusts and the surprisingly large waves on the small Laguna Torre break against icebergs shoved towards the beach. We see the two glaciers that flow down from different mountains and both merge together into Laguna Torre. In the far distance we see some jagged mountain peaks. Is one of them Cerro Torre? It is so far away and a bit small... 

 

 

 

Day 2: Exploring Laguna Torre
Since our hiking guidebook mentioned that the sunrise at Laguno Torre is one of the most beautiful things to be seen in Patagonia, we set the alarm clock for 6 a.m. However, the sky is still clouded over and, to Claudis delight, we do not leave our tent but continue sleeping until 8.30 a.m. After a quick morning stroll to Laguna Torre we prepare breakfast and then return to the lagune. Now we can see a massive mountain that sits at the end of the Laguna, the source of Glacier Torre, but the peak is still hidden in clouds. We walk around a bit and soon realize that a river impairs our way towards the glaciers and can only be crossed using a climbing harness. Instead we hang around and watch how the clouds pass by the mountains. Do they seem to get thinner? Suddenly a narrow peak emerges from the clouds and during the next hour we see how Cerro Torre ejects its cloudy coat and comes into full view. What a maginificent ice-encrusted mountain. Can this things really be climbed? After countless pictures, we walk around the right side of the lagune towards the glacier, but once we arrive at the last viewpoint, Cerro Torre is covered up again.

 

 

 

Since it is already early afternoon, we decide to stay another night at the campground and continue the next morning.

Day 3: From Laguna Torre to Acampamento Poincenot and Laguna de los Tres
Again the alarm clock rings at 6 a.m. Domi actually manages to get up, but for Claudi it is too early and too cold, so she continues sleeping cuddled up in her oh so comfortable and warm sleeping back. Later, Domi tells her that the sunrise just showed that it could have been magificent, if the conditions were right, but of course, they weren't. Nothing missed then....

 

We have breakfast, pack up and make our way towards Acampamento Poincenot near Fitz Roy. Uphill it goes through another great patagonian wood until we reach Laguna Hija were a strong wind greats us. Onwards it goes and we soon glimpse a first sight of massive Fitz Roy, who apparently is too shy to take off his hat of clouds.  

 

We set up tent and are a bit disappointed that the campground is not as nice as the last one. However, our tent has Fitz Roy view. We then start to climb up the extremely steep way towards Laguna de los Tres at the foot of Fitz Roy. Once we leave the woods, we are exposed to the patagonian winds again. The further up we go, the more severe they become. It starts to rain, no wait, is this hail? Or snow? Once we reach the lagune, we cannot see Fitz Roy at all and also the surrounding lower mountains are hazy behind a wall of rain. A few times, the gusts of wind nearly tip us over and after a quick snack we descend rapidly. 

 

Arriving at our campground, we notice that all the trees surrounding us are shaking badly in the strong winds. It sounds like a mad train is driving around our tent. Cooking dinner is a challenge, since sudden gusts of wind try to spoil it with dirt and we soon hide in our tent. This night is the most uncomfortable one, since the wind is blowing the whole night and it seems like we were camping next to a motorway. We do not get much sleep... 

Day 4: From Acampamento Poincenot to Piedra del Fraile
Happy to leave this place, we pack up, but not after a quick glance at Fitz Roy, who says good morning but is too shy to be photographed and has his cloudy had back on once we get the camera. Our guide book suggested a path along the left side of Rio Blanco which gets very close to Glaciar de las Piedras Blancas, but the guy at the park entrance told us, that this pathway is closed. So we take a longer one, which leads us through beautiful, fairy-tale woods and we even get a nice view of the glacier. After a couple of hours walking we arrive at the camp Piedra del Fraile, which costs a lot but at least offers hot showers. It feels good to be clean again. 

 

 

 
 
Day 5: Into the valley towards glacier Marconi
Piedra del Fraile is located halfway up a beautiful valley surrounded by high rock cliffs which are probably perfect for climbing (if it weren't for the winds) and we decide to stay one day to explore the valley and make our way towards glacier ??, who is one of the easier entrances to the southern patagonian icefield. We start during a light drizzle and massive winds and soon reach Laguna Electrica, where we first have some pathfinding difficulties but then continue over the foots of the mountains. We arrive at the end of the trail and decide to try and continue towards the glacier, but find no way to cross a river (except wading through it). In the short time that we explore this spot, the wind turned hurricane-like again and it was raining/hailing heavily. We are soaked in seconds and the gusts of wind shoots icy needles of rain into our faces so we decide to turn around. What a pity, this valley is so beautiful and we would have loved to explore it further. 
We hang up all of our wet clothes and spent the rest of the day in our tent reading

 

 

Day 6: From Piedra del Fraile to El Chalten
Luckily, all our clothes have dried over night and since the rain stopped, also our tent is dry and we pack up quickly. Since we met some other hikers the night before who told us the the closed-off path along Glaciar de las Piedras Blancas is quite fine, we decided to take it on our way back since it saves us 4 to 5 km. The beginning of the trail takes us through cute woods again until we emerge at Rio Blanco. Here we realize that the light drizzle that started during our way through the woods has again turned into heavy rain and strong winds, namely a storm again. Once we arrive at the glacier, where we have to cross the glacier river, we realize why the path was closed by the park rangers. There seemed to have been a massive rock slide and huge boulders are lying around on gravel. What would have been a fun and easy climb during nice weather turned into a little hellhole, since the strong winds tore at our backpacks and tried to tip us over. We quickly maneuver over the wet rocks and find a way to cross the river. After half an hour we had managed to leave the glacier area and were on a safe path again. The storm is so strong that we don't have eyes for the magnificnet glacier hanging down from the mountain and of course do not visit the glacier lake for a quick break.     

Since we are completely soaked, we decide against our initial plan to spent another night in the park and start to make our way towards El Chalten. We meet a lone hiker at Acampamento Poincenot who tells us, that there might be a bus to El Calafate at 4 p.m. 2.5 hours for about 10 km. We start to walk as quick as we can and after a while the weather turns and a bit of sun comes out. We even enjoy the beautiful sight again, but do not linger since we really want to catch that bus. Arriving at the bus station at 3.30 p.m. We learn that the bus leaves only at 6 p.m. Not too bad, we think, since this leaves us time to change out of our wet clothes and get a nice dinner. Oh, how marvelous are pizza and beer!!!

 

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Puerto Rio Tranquilo and our way further south

With a couple of stops in Puerto Varas and Coyhaique, we made our way further south to visit the little village Puerto Rio Tranquilo at Lago Gral Carrera, the second largest lake in South America. In Coyhaique we realized that bus travel might not be that easy any more, especially since we are still in off-season. We checked whether it would be possible to rent a car but soon realized that the prices are ridiculously high. So, bus it is for the rest of our trip.

Arriving in Puerto Rio Tranquilo, we were approached by a guy who rented out cabins, which turned out to be really cozy, with a fully equipped kitchen and a magnificent view over the lake. He also offered us a boat ride to the closeby Cuevas de Marmol at the shore of the lake. We took off, the weather was great and the wind not that strong. Actually, it was a brilliant and hot day, with temperatures that we didn't expect in Patagonia. The ride alongside the caves was really nice and afterwards we shopped in the expensive little supermarket and prepared our own dinner.

 

 

 

 

The next day we rose early to visit the Laguna San Rafael and the San Rafael glacier. The sky was overcast in the morning, and soon it began to drizzle. After 2 hours we arrived at a little river and changed into a boat that would take us close to the glacier. We drove through a Fjord with wooded hills, which soon got smaller and smaller and the waterway got bigger and bigger. We even saw a couple of Dolphins on our way. Unfortunately, the sky was still overcast and the rain got stronger, so we could not see so much of the surrounding landscape (we read about snowcapped peaks and glaciers that are located alongside the way). After about 2 hours we arrived at the glacier lagoon and were greeted by magnificent icebergs, which were coloured in an incredible bright blue. We drover closer and closer to the glacier, a jagged and fissured wall of ancient ice. It cracked and creaked and sometimes large junks of ice would break off with a loud thunder and fall into the water. By now, the rain was a constant companion, but we still stood outside on the boat all the time to look at the glacier, even while having a delicious lasagna for lunch. Our guides fished a tiny iceberg out of the water and carved a couple of whiskey glasses from it. Standing in the rain, the whiskey really tasted awesome out of these glacier-ice-glasses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The ride back was long and a bit cold, since despite of the rain jackets, our clothes were a bit damp. Once arriving back in Puerto Rio Tranquilo, we were very happy about a long hot shower and our landlord started a fire in our appartment, so we could enjoy a cozy evening. 

The next day, we took a bus to Chile Chico, located at the other side of the Lago Gral Carrera close to the Argentinian border. In the bus, we met some fellow travellers who told us that apparently there are no buses any more that cross the border and that it might also be difficult to reach our next destination, El Calafate. Thus, arriving in Chile Chico, we shared two Taxis that took us to the Chilean border control, where we got our exit stamps and then we had to walk half an hour to the Argentinian border control. Since we spend so much time driving around lately, we were even happy about this little exercise and the view was great as well. We spent the night in Los Antiguos in Argentina and on the next day made our way to the 50 km distant town Perito Moreno. This town lies at the crossroad to Ruta 40, the main road that goes straight down south. At the bus terminal however, we found out, that, since we are out of season, no buses go along that road. Instead, to reach El Calafate, we would have to travel 300 km east to the Argentinian coast, drive down South to Rio Gallegos and than back up north-west until we reach El Calafate. A huge detour... We decided again to check for rental cars, but in the Tourist Information in Perito Moreno they told us, that there is no car rental. Instead, after some phone calls, they offered us a ride in a private vehicle down south, for 120 € per person (we were 4 at this time). Since the bus with the huge detour would cost 90 € per person, we decided to go for it, since we would reach El Calafate in 6 hours instead of 20 hours. So we drove down the famous Ruta 40 in a brand new pick-up truck and sometimes, it felt like we were back in the desert. Vast, empty, dry planes. However, we saw quite a few wild animals along the way: lots of Vicuñas (lama-like wild animals), tiny armadillos crossing the street and even large flightless birds called Rhea. They look like ostriches but are maybe half their size. We arrived in El Calafate at 10 p.m. and went for a beer while searching for accommodations. In the restaurant, we realized that the south of Argentina is the most expensive region that we have ever been to. We paid about 9 € for 700 ml of beer, even the pizza Domi ordered was cheaper than the beer.