2nd week: Illapel-Combarbala-Monte Patria-Ovalle-Fray Jorge.
reach the Pacific ... how to get her face in beauty? As I
lack of gas for my stove, I am a priori condemned to Meet in La Serena, or one city, I am told, I find this kind of charge. Too bad, I'll discover the ocean behind a concrete embankment which passes a way Santiago Blvd. Finally, I find the precious little has Ovalle gas refill. So I am back in my card in order to find a small coastal village much more friendly than this great city of La Serena! This will Fray Jorge, whose rating is more a natural that I wanted to visit.
On my calculations, and after a bit of luck in stop, I'll be tonight!
did not count on a good dose of luck! Night falls and my legs are tired. I find a little corner for the night and contemplates a blazing sky before going to bed. The next day was rainy, I leave, confident, and now it's on, I am there. The trail that leads to Fray Jorge is hardly frequented, but never mind tonight I sleep on the beach.
5 hours of walking later, I took a ride by a guard of the national park. I hesitate a bit because normally, the ocean is there, just behind the neck and so has to walk five hours to get there ... Because can not imagine the odds so easy to access. The Andes stands there, in a burst of pride, before plunging into the Pacific, the mountain range of the score that sometimes actually drool. I finally get in the car or I learned that Fray Jorge is not at all a village and at the end of this road, only the Park. Whatever, I would spend the night there and will go watch the Pacific tomorrow.
The next day I leave, always cheerful towards the coast, I spend a pass, then two, the sky is clear. When I finally get the last pass, I finally discovers ... a thick fog that forms in contact with moist air from the Pacific and burning mountains and arid on which I am ... Move along, nothing to see.
So goes the adventure, the one who decides when things will happen ... and it's so much fun like this!
For the Pacific will be seen later as I'm leaving to go to the Andes in Argentina.
Here everything always go as well, the last weekend, I was invited in people very hospitable. I ate the equivalent my weight in meat ... Amazing what they could make me eat. Before leaving, they even managed to serve me a grilled rest of the weekend with my tea. The day before, it's a gold digger who is occupying me. He took me in his mine! Veins enormous, as big as my arm who run the gallery. But do not imagine a small gold miner with a pick skinny al'epaule and four teeth. Mine were so big that it could not put his belt in his car and that his employees would take her shoelaces. Yesterday I met some french sympatic living in Santiago for a year and a half and that gave me a lot of pipes for my Travel ... And what a pleasure to share a beer around a campfire with the stars for ceiling ...
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