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2000 Miles And Back Again

Friday, February 9th, 2007

Hey guys

Im nearly at the end of my trip… booo!!! Im now back in Santiago, loving the sunshine and wearing my flip flops and shorts, making the most of it as I hear that England is cold and snowy right now, brrrr!!

So from the bottom of Chile, Punta Arenas, we visited penguins. The boat trip to get to Isla Magdalena was an experience in itself. The sea looked calm but we spent 25 minutes hitting the waves and having our stomachs flipped and at one point it looked as though we might capsize as the boat went back into the water at a strange angle, but I live to tell the tale!

Penguins were great. They live on a big island all by themselves, thousands of them. They are quite shy really but if you approach them the right way they will walk with you. I got really close to a penguin and it came towards me with what I thought was interest but instead it leapt forward and hit me with its beak! It hit my water bottle though so cant tell you if it would have hurt or not!

Moving 3 hours north of Punta Arenas we arrived in Puerto Natales, the gateway to Chile´s greatest national park, Torres del Paine. Chances are if you didnt know anything about Chile you still would have heard of Santiago, the Andes and Torres del Paine. All the way down the country people have been saying to book accommodation weeks if not months in advance but we booked everything in Natales, like a day before we wanted to go, so dont always believe the hype. There´s lots of hiking up mountains and stuff to be done there with spectacular scenery.

The volcano climb had convinced me that me and uphill struggles are a lost cause so I told the boys that I would take a book and find a nice spot to sit and read while they went off on their hikes. Anyway, we decided to do the ´w´circuit of the hike which involves 3 different treks. One is uphill through mountaineous terrain to reach the base of the famous towers. Another is through woodland and along lakes to reach a glacier. The third is to walk in the valley created by the towers on one side and the glacier on the other and this is meant to be the best scenery wise.

On our first day we decided to tackle the towers first. At least the boys did. I started the walk with them, taking my copy of the Motorcycle Diaries to read when it all got too much. The weather is meant to be windy and rainy here but we were blessed with sunshine and hardly any wind. The first half hour was very flat and then it gets a bit steep and I told the boys to go on without me and I may catch them up and if not Id see them in the evening. So I continued uphill, it wasnt too bad. Some bits were steep but it wasnt continually like that so I carried on. A group of Israelis who I had seen in Natales and Punta Arenas caught up with me and I walked with them for a bit and that was good. But I was lagging in the heat so I just did it all in my own time. The last 30 minutes of the first bit was a bit hair-raising. You have to walk along a very narrow, steep mountain pass and if you miss a step, mate you are going down and not coming back up!!! The fact that it was signposted that there was a campsite at the end of this bit made me go on. Also the wind was a bit scary here but sure enough, I carried on and there was a campsite at the end along a lovely river and the boys had stopped there to have lunch. The first part of the second half was OK, through woodland with ups and downs and a bit of climbing over rocks. Again, the boys went on and I told them I would probably only make it as far as the campsite an hour before the base. The reason for this was we had heard that the final hour to get to the base was “a knee-popping scramble” over boulders uphill and that some hikers never came back!!! So we arranged to meet at the campsite. However, I eventually got to the campsite and so many people on their way back down had been saying, keep going, you´re nearly there and I got to a clearing where it said campsite 5 minutes in one direction or lookout point (the base) 45 minutes in the other. I thought, what the hell and started going uphill…

The first bit was fine but halfway up I found it harder and harder to climb over the rocks and feel confident about footing. I could see Ray up the top so I shouted up to him and that made me keep going. A girl on her way down told me to keep going. She said, “You´ve done the hardest part, you´re nearly there!”. And you know what, I made it! I nearly went back down at one point out of despair, but I did it! I cant explain on email how difficult it was and any photos you see of the last bit will never fully tell you how hard it is… you have to go there and do it yourselves! Ray made his way back down while Ben and I sat there and looked at the towers and the green lake below. It was pretty amazing. Then we made our way back down. I think going back down was actually harder than going up! We got as far back at the mountain pass when I suddenly decided that I couldnt go back. We had been walking for 7 hours and I was exhausted. I didnt even realise how hungry I was til I had a few marshmallows and ended up scoffing half the packet! Ben kept me going and when we got to the final downhill my toes felt like they were going to burst out of my Merrells!!

We made it there and back in 9 hours and its recommended the hike take 8-9 hours so I was pleased with that. Kids and old people do it too and hardcore Israelis carry their camping gear with them! It can be done. We got back to our hostel and found that Ray had twisted his ankle quite badly on the boulders back down but he´d kept going otherwise if he stopped he would never have made it back. So that was him out of action and he headed back to Puerto Natales early.

The Glacier walk was done in bursts of wind and rain. Looking back, not my favourite, plus a lot of walking in dark woodland. What I really like though was the walk to the Valley of France. I again was adopted by the Israeli group and then a couple of English girls and an older couple from Devon (I always let Ben go on ahead cos he´s a fast walker). Its a nice walk along a lake and through meadows and then you reach a roaring white river (Rio France) and I ended up sitting on a rock having my lunch watching ice fall off the French Glacier. I sat there for well over an hour. I could have sat there all day in the sun. When I was on my own, Id sing to myself apart from when walking under boulders and along rockfaces (!!!), Sam, a bit of Outkast and Hey Ya for you. And I found myself speaking 5 languages to passers by – English, French, Spanish, German and Hebrew!!! Except I cant really speak Hebrew but try telling the Israelis that – Rach you will have to teach me something smart to say next time I get told that I am Israeli and I am just joking or that my ancestors must be Israeli etc etc!

So almost 79km walked in 3 days. Everything ached. My knee is still gammy. But it was worth it! Patagonia has definitely been the highlight of my trip. Back in Natales, Ben gave me an early birthday present and took me to a place called Indigo – http://www.indigopatagonia.com/ – dead smart and great to relax and we spent a day eating chocolate and hanging out at a great Chocolate cafe – http://www.patagoniadulce.cl/ and then it was time to say goodbye….

I took a bus back to Punta Arenas and flew back to Santiago so I can fly home and Ray and Ben went over the border to Argentina. The flight was awesome, flying over ice fields and then lakes and volcanoes and eventually, dusty looking land and the Andes. I could see also how smoggy the air over Santiago is. Im in the Barrio Brasil district staying in a really smart place called Happy Hostel. I have really enjoyed Chile and after a month I am able to hold a conversation in Spanish. I just hope that I dont forget it all when I get home. South America has been really positive and in some ways not what I expected. I hope to come back and see some more. But for now… I have to go home and work to live……

See you when I get back!!
Farrah xxxx

Close To Antarctica

Tuesday, January 30th, 2007

Hey guys

I am now in Punta Arenas, right on the tip of mainland South America! Sunset isnt until almost 10pm and even then it doesnt get fully dark until way after 11pm. It is not really that cold, surprisingly, given how close we are to Antarctica but admittedly you need more than a t-shirt and fleece when you´re out and about in the evenings.

I’ve been playing around with the idea of getting down to Antarctica for a bit – I feel that I am all the way on the end of the world, I may as well keep going and see what is right at the bottom! I went to talk to the tourist office about it yesterday and the cost of the flight down is …. £1000!!! OK, OK, If I really want to do this once in a lifetime trip and face the wrath of Neil/Emma/Dave/Selina/my parents/my mortgage adviser for not being able to go visit/go to their weddings/keep borrowing money off/not be able to pay for a house then yes, I could just go. BUT what really put me off going was the lovely woman at the tourist office who cheerfully told me what was involved and how much it cost but then with a hint of sadness said, “that is like a million Chilean pesos. We can only dream about going there”. And I thought, what kind of irresponsible traveller would I be to come to Chile, flash my big gringo credit card and go to a land these people will never see in their lifetimes even though it belongs to them without giving it a second thought? So I thought no. Ill leave it for now.

Volcano climb in Pucon was the toughest thing I have ever done. Tougher than mountain climbing or hill trekking in Thailand. Tougher than running up that bloody hill for games and tougher than the annual 1500m every summer at school. The reason I chose to do it was I was too tired to climb Mount Kinabalu in Borneo by the time I got there and didnt do any glacier walks in New Zealand so I figured that climbing a snow capped volcano here would make up for that. And the boys would rub it in and tell me what I had missed out on if I didnt. And I have always been fascinated by volcanoes.

We woke up at 5am. Walking to the meeting point at 5.30am we passed loads of clubbers who hadnt even gone home yet from the night before. Our driver turned up to take us to the base drunk. I nearly refused to get in the van but some cheerful Germans who were in our group said that we would be OK. We got to base and I balked. Steep gravel hill all the way. Oh god, what was I doing? Our guide warned us that it looked as though the weather may turn and we may not make it to the top. I said we may as well try to make it as high as we could. So off we went. Ben stayed with me at the back of the group. Oh god, how hard it was, uphill, steep and not much sleep. The Germans steamed ahead and enjoyed a long rest about 1000m up waiting for us. We made our way to where the snow started and then this German guy offers to carry my backpack as well as his own! I refused to let him but he insisted. After that I felt a bit better climbing. On we went into the snow and the clouds start to descend upon us. Walking in snow was slightly easier and the guide made me walk behind him. I had to concentrate very hard as I was feeling more light-headed the higher we went and if I stopped for a minute to think about it I would fall over so I kept on, one foot in front of the other, up and up and up.

Eventually, at about 2,300m up or so (my measurements may be completely wrong but if you look at a photo of it, about halfway between where the snow starts and the crater), we become covered in cloud and we have to abandon our climb because of poor visibility. We didnt get to see lava. Poo. But we do get to slide back down in the snow so we attach special sliding mats to our bottoms and whizz back down the slopes that took us hours to climb. The need to pee got more intense the lower down we got, hehehe. What I found weird was that I did not ache physically like the boys but my lung capacity could definitely do with some improvements! Also, Volcan Villarrica means House of the Devil. Yep, thats not wrong.

In the evening after a snooze, we went to a hot thermal spring to relax and we met lots of people there. We got talking to some Germans and Israelis who ended up talking to each other about football. Ahhhh. Football, what else can unite so many different people?

By the time we left Pucon we could not walk down the main drag, O Higgins without saying hello to someone. Pucon is a great place – everyone who recommended it, you were not wrong, and I would definitely tell anyone to make a stop there.

So from Pucon down to Lake Llanquihue where I learnt to play poker very well (any guys up for a poker evening when I get back?) and down to the island of Chiloe where you can see houses on stilts and lots and lots of English backpackers. On the ferry back to the mainland we met people we stayed in the hostel with up in Valparaiso, all following the same route. Chiloe is the site of the end of the Panamerican Highway, Highway 5, which stretches all the way from Alaska, through Central America and down into Chile. Cool…

We made our way down the Carretera Austral, literally the Southern Highway, past amazing lakes, mountains, green forests. Not as scary as guide books would have you believe even though the road is unpaved and there are blind corners on every turn. Great scenery. We got halfway down (an 11 hour drive!) and caught a flight out here to Punta Arenas as the bus would have taken 18 hours to get here, cutting across the Andes and going through Argentina. Now we are on the end of Chile and going to see Penguins later and plan a trek in the mighty, mighty Torres del Paine.

Thanks for all your emails, will reply soon!!

Farrah xxxxx