Hela! Hello Padua and neighbors. We have a saaaacco of things to tell you and now we have a little 'time to be planted in front all'internnett. We are in Chile (de nooovo) beo mass in a village 200 meters long and half off 'with colorful wooden huts Ste 4 dirt roads and 300 souls. But it seems like a metropolis after 2 weeks of lakes, streams, horses, ducks and a family of farmers. Let's say we were a bit 'lost and it took us a little more' than expected to cross the border ... but this is' another story, we start from the beginning. Ah another bit 'of photos of the first lap of the mountains on pai Torres del Paine. It is that beautiful mountains
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The Mark directly by the Israeli army.
The other is 'the Alemannic, Diego who might reach in peru'
That 'dawn on ste blessed Torres del Paine, however,' I would say that more than 100 km on foot they have earned the effort!
From Calafate we have taken the machineto to go to and see the Perito Moreno (the great glacier that you see on every postcard and souvenir guides Patagonia). We crossed a cow in the wrong direction along the highway and threatened to join the simapatici rabbits who amused themselves by launching suicide in droves towards the headlights of the car ... but other than that from the glacier Iera carin ... although there are many others that nobody knows but only 'cause I'm a bit' more 'children, who deserve more' of the Perito Moreno. A rainbow
'm kinda Perito Moreno when he finally stopped raining
Just to give you an idea of \u200b\u200bthe dimensions that have the stuff here in South America
E vaaaaai
We machineto and with the glacier behind. (The picture has done it the old unstable ...)
leave El Calafate with three Israelis and eventually managed to get three in a row in 5 hitchhiking with backpacks on the famous Route 40 desert and finally taste a bit 'of South America since we were charged for 200 km on the open body of a pick-up. Arrived in El Chalten piantiam tents and wait a decent time to leave for the Fitz Roy (Cerro Chalten in Mapuche language or who just happens to mean "mountain that smokes" or "wait too see that both theoretical because no 'there' always a cloud above) we see that wow the second day.
That 's a rock behind our tent che di notte e' luminosa (non abbiamo capito perche')
Questa e' solo perche' volete vedere un po' di facce pero' dietro ci dovrebbe essere il Fitz Roy ma non c'e'...ma ci siamo noi con gli israeliani e siamo bellissimi lo stesso!
Stavo cercando un posto per fare la pipi' e mi sono trovato davanti una foto da National Geographic o no?? Beh questo ze il Fitz Roy con tutti i suoi amichetti intorno
Sempre lu' pero' all'alba...carin dai
Partiamo, ci facciamo il nostro giretto di una settimana ci ammaliamo prima io, poi tual (beisssssimo ammalarsi in tenda con la neve fuori=) un'esperienza, especially in the vomit on Fitz Roy in a wind storm and snow and 'an unforgettable experience! Should advise the tour guides) but beautiful fresh back to get back on the road. Expect finger to air all day then at night we decided to make us another round to cross the border on foot between the lakes and mountains.
Pasqualino (Canadian) that brushing your teeth still unaware of the long adventure
Another unsuspecting still smiling
Another unaware that makes el beo ... but 'this photo and' even here to give you an idea of \u200b\u200bhow a machine that does not work anymore 'can play other roles such as the roof for a woodshed
After 3 days we arrived at passport control: a cabin in the woods with formal customs office including table, chair, television, cooking, ironing clear ... Then we take another path which, according to public opinion would have conducted in an estancia (farm na) and then catch the boat that comes in four hours at the beginning of the Carretera Austral in Chile. The boat there 's only once a week, and' Saturday. Friday 'morning after 10 hours and we start walking the path and we lose we have to go down Torrentino rock and rock and rock to a point where x could be a farm without a map ... but my good friends was just the point x a matter of sixth sense. Moral of the story to 22.30 we decide that we have walked enough, "the tent" and a few hours sleep at the foot of a glacier. We start at dawn to find the path if the more lose you again 'repeatedly until' walking for other 5-6 - hours in the opposite direction from the day before we see a boat. Happy and sad start to run we see the boat sail. We arrive at the farm (so to say 'cause there were 30 feet of water between us and the farm that could be reached only by boat) and paron tells us that this was his ranch and not that we thought that we was elsewhere. In short, we lost a boat that was not what we thought of having to take and we walked about twenty hours under water to find a place that was served by a ferry once every 15 days and that is the other estancia another 10 hours when we still had to wait a week for the boat of the week after.
The border!
Un'albetta the abode of our poor castaways
should eat well, pitched tent, buy bread and meat freschissssssima (one day gave us a whole sheep's thigh just killed ... mmmmmmm) and 4 days while waiting for arrival of the horses that would take us to another estancia. Ah, all in the company of Pasqualiiiino, a Canadian ... nice! Beissssssima Ride to the other farm where the house waiting for the ferry that rightly do vecioti comes a day late, yesterday we also realized that being Easter so I take this opportunity to wish to tuttttti!
We have ridden the honda into places like this
What beo Pasqualino on his horse
This is the spot where he was the second farm
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