Camino Austral Rain Forest- Part II

3/17/2002; 44º23' south- Camp on Fijordo Puyuguapi. Rode 10km in 1hr

Ok, so we only rode 10k today (an all time low, I believe). But we have several very good excuses: 1) a nice hike, & 2) hot springs. In the morning we woke to the typical light rain, packed our bags and then hiked up to the Ventisquero Colgante (hanging glacier) overlook. One might think that we would tire of looking at glaciers, but each one is unique and fascinating. This one in particular had a large river flowing out of it and falling several hundred feet to the valley floor.

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Ventisquero Colgante

After the hike we packed up the bikes and headed down the road towards Puyuhuapi, reaching the road-side office for Termas de Puyuhuapi on the shores of fijordo Puyuhuapi in half an hour. Termas were sounding pretty good after days of riding in the rain and so we stopped to check it out. The termas and associated resort are located on a peninsula on the other side of the fijord, and the only access is by boat. The office was closed, but the sign outside said that boats would leave at 10am, 12:30am and 6:30pm. So it's 10:00am and there is no boat. Travel in Chile is full of little puzzles to be solved. After waiting and looking around a bit we hailed one of the workers at the adjacent salmon hatchery and asked him when there would be a boat. "Oh, in the next hour" We waited around a bit more and there was no sign of the imminent arrival of a boat of any sort, so we hailed another more important looking worker and asked him. "Just one moment" he says, pulling a radio out of his jacket. After a few minutes of talking on the radio he asked if we were willing to pay 5,000 pesos each for a boat ride, and when we said sure he talked in the radio some more and announced that a boat would be arriving shortly. Sure enough, a few minutes later we saw a boat speeding across the bay.

Fifteen minutes after leaving the dock, the boat rounded an island and in the back of a cove sat one of the most lavish resorts that I have seen. A large log hotel and restaurant were on the right, with cabañas and a spa on the left and two large sail boats anchored in the bay. After checking in at the reception desk we followed a plank path through the jungle to three very nice hot springs ranging in temperature from 88ºF to 104ºF. I hopped into the medium temperature hot springs, and didn't get out for the rest of the day. While sitting in the hot springs I noticed some swelling on the inside of my knees, which was odd because my knees had been feeling fine for the past several weeks. Upon further inspection I realized that it was muscle. After a month and a half I'm finally getting into shape. And, of course, the one day that we could deal with some rain the sky clears and it is beautiful weather until we leave the resort at 6:30 in the evening, when it starts to rain again.

Soaking away soreness & worries at Termas Puyuhuapi

Upon returning to our bikes we realize that it is getting dark fast, and the town of Puyuhuapi is still 13km down the road. About half way to town it is almost too dark to see when we spy a nice campsite next to the bay and quickly set up camp, have dinner (pasta again), and hit the sack.

3/18/2002; 43º58' south- La Junta, Chile. Rode 61km in 5hrs:

The morning dawned bright and clear, and so while Mandy rode in to town I waited for the sun to dry the tent out before setting off at 10. The town of Puyuhuapi is a nice little community with several German hotels. Many of the towns in the lake district of Chile were settled by Germans in the early 1900's, but this is the only town on the Carretera Austral in which we have encountered any German influence. In 1945 several families of Germans settled in Puyuhuapi to start a rug factory. Why Puyuhuapi, you might ask. So did many other people at the time; one could only reach the place by boat from Puerto Aysen, making it difficult to export the rugs that they were making. Conspiracy theories related to the war abound, but eventually most people came to accept the claim that they were just escaping economic hardship in Germany and taking advantage of the weaving skill of the local Chilote women. The rugs are all hand woven from 100% wool, and are very beautiful and soft. Although the techniques are ancient, the sales and marketing are modern, and you can find out more on their web site: Click Here.

Looms at Alfombras Puyuhuapi

Before leaving town we have a few errands to run- groceries for the next few days (plenty of cookies for me), and a bit of bike repair. Mandy noticed earlier that one of the welds on the BOB had cracked, so she went looking for a welding shop. The only shop in town said that they could not do the repair, and that we could have it fixed in La Junta 50km down the road. After buying a few more packages of cookies we headed out of town to La Junta and had nice riding weather for a few hours until the rain returned once again. I arrived in La Junta at 5pm, an hour behind Mandy, we found a nice hospedaje to stay at, then Mandy went in search of a welding shop. She found one shop but the owner was out drinking, so she found another but it was closed until the morning. That evening four young Israelis stayed at the hospedaje with us. It seems that there are Israelis all over Chile and Argentina, and over dinner we asked them why. Israel has a mandatory 3 year conscription in the army after one graduates high school. After leaving the army many of the Israeli youth work for a few months to make some money, and then head out to see the world. South America is a primary destination because it is inexpensive and beautiful. After a few bottles of wine the discussion turned to politics, and for several hours we got an ear full of the Israeli point of view on the Israel/Palestine situation. I left with the impression that it will be many generations before the situation is resolved.

3/19/2002; 43º36' south- Camp Cow Patty, Rode 52km in 5hrs:

The weather was nice in the morning, Mandy had no problem getting the BOB welded, and after a bit of bike maintenance and repair we were on the road again. The road followed a gentle gradient up the broad Rio Palena valley, the road was in good condition, and for once the weather held. After an hour or so of riding I saw a sign on the side of the road that said Queso (cheese) next to a small house. So I stopped and asked the gentleman in the house if he sold cheese. "Sure" he said, "Just go around to the building in the back and my wife can help you." So I went around the back to a small building, and when I knocked a woman in a white smock invited me in to a room with racks and racks of cheese. I asked how much cheese was on one shelf, and she replied "50 kilograms" (110lbs. Each rack had 5 shelves, and there were six racks, for a total of 3,300 pounds of cheese. "Wow!" I said, "To whom do you sell all of this cheese?" "Supermakets in Coihaique and Chaiten." So everyone for hundreds of miles around has eaten cheese from this shack.

The Cheese Lady

A little further along we got to the confluence of the Rio Palena and the Rio Frio which marks the border between the region of Aisen (region XI) and the region de los lagos (region X). There are twelve regions of Chile, all of which have names, but Pinochet decided to replace the names with numbers, from region I in the north to region XII in the south. We ride a bit further on and come across a Huaso (Chilean cowboy) driving his cattle down the road. If there were ever a prototypical Huaso, this guy would be the one!

Chilean Huaso, herding cows down the road

At 5 we started looking for a place to camp and saw some grass under a grove of trees across the road from a ranch. Several people were relaxing on the front deck of the ranch, and they heartily agreed to let us camp under their trees. We once again had to pick a spot free of cow patties, but we are old pros at that by now!

Tool'n along the Camino Austral

3/20/2002; 43º17' south- Camp Ventisquero, Rode 42km in 5hrs:

Shortly after leaving camp this morning we reached a long section of the road which had just been grated and was very loose- no nice packed tracks to follow. Bummer. But the scenery is great, and my biking pace is slowed not only by the road, but also for multiple photo opportunities. Outside of Santa Lucia there was a beautiful church, then later on a stunning mountain, etc.

Stanta Lucia Church

Yet another glacier clad peak (getting sick of mountain photos yet? I'm not!!)

After stocking up on food in Santa Lucia we started up a small hill outside of town. At the top of the hill the road turned and then kept going up. Another bend in the road, more up. Gads, this hill is long... 8km later we finally reach the summit of Cuesta Moraga (don't know what Moraga means, but it must be something nasty). Mandy had a difficult time with the BOB on the loose surface and had to walk much of the hill. When we crest the hill the other side is quite steep, and at one point I round the bend to see Mandy's bike lying in the middle of the road. With the exception of a few cuts on her hand Mandy was fine, and we continued down the pass, ending the day at a nice picknick-ground-in-progress near an impressive glacier. There is a large shelter where we can get out of the rain, and we lay out the sleeping bags under the shelter for a good nights sleep.

A glacier plunges down the mountain side just 3km from the road.

3/21/2002; 42º54' south- Chaiten, Chile; Rode 63km in 6hrs:

We awoke once again to rain, and I decided to take a short hike to get a better view of the glacier. If you don't want to bike in the rain you can always hike in the rain! The trail was well used, but many trees had fallen over it in the past month, and so after clambering over logs for a while I decided I had seen enough and returned to camp. The weather cleared a bit, the road conditions improved, and we had great riding for most of the afternoon.

Puente Yelcho

Just after the hamlet of Amarillo the weather started getting worse, but we were close to Chaiten and pressed onward. About 20km out of Chaiten the road became paved, but now it was raining cats and dogs, and the wind was in our face again. We battled the wind and rain for a while, and then stopped at a sheltered bus stop. After resting and snacking, Mandy looked at me and said "There is no way I'm camping in this weather!". I agreed, and so we pressed on for another hour and finally rolled in to Chaiten soaked to the bone, but happy to be there. We found a nice hospedaje with a warm fire place and settled in for a few days.

The local residents of Amarillo have made good use of this Chilean air force cargo plane which crash landed in 1973.

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