Constitution - Chanco - Tregualemu - Quirihue - Design - Tucapel - Antuco - Los Angeles - Curacautin - Malalcahuello.
My journey thus continues to be a sort of waking dream that distills the dropper unforgettable meetings and fabulous scenery. My beautiful drive along the Pacific and bounces on the green hills with vast forests on one side and the ocean on the other, the ocean which spreads its intense blue of sight.
Meetings have not missed the point sometimes make me forget that I travel alone.
First there was Neil, American fiftieth anniversary bike, too, taking his time traveling. Chance has put in my way to 5 days and 200km apart. Both times it was the same pleasure to share the tea by candlelight, talking travel under the stars.
A little later, Fernando, the ranger took me out of the impasse on a road decidedly uncrowded. As a bonus I win a dinner with Max, a Chilean writer who cooks for us this evening a barbecue of the sea dressed in Parisian chef. The house, almost as surprising as its owner, a cliff overlooking the impressive recent blushed peaceful daybreak. Jorge
it is an agricultural engineer and the State the burden of flush in strawberry plantings, insects with bad intentions. He was also found twice on my way (or me on his own, it depends!) And the second time, I found myself in his cousin to share a delicious chicken with all the family.
Erwin and Miguel are two of them young and enterprising commercial atypical selling small furniture. They invited me to spend the evening at home after having taken a ride in their combi WV. We pride ourselves head first into the nearby river and then I meet with other youth of the village during a football match to remember!
Then there was Alvaro, the beekeeper descendant of Basque, Daniel, thrilled to practice her French learned in Paris in the 70s in the service of Baron Empin! Finally the man who went back to Santiago and I totally left his home for holiday one instruction to put the key under the woodpile.
A Design my road leaves the coast line to the east and found the Cordillera, Mendoza and Santiago left in one day in October. I found here, a little lower, more accessible and above all ... volcanic. Tomorrow I attack around the Antuco volcano and see the colors he dons tonight, it promises to be something. My trek will eventually shortened by thick layers of snow and bad weather threatens. But in a day and a half, the volcano could have offered me fabulous scenery, crossing a lava field and the small red stones, and black yellow night in a circus with steep slopes which escaped 1000 waterfalls. This awakening in the morning and the sun that lights a fire to one of the ridge. Finally the splendid vision of near-perfect cone volcano lit by the pink glow of sunrise and shy. The rain that threatened to fall but it finished by the turn of Ruth and her family to open up their doors. Rain, far from ceasing, stepping, drumming the corrugated iron roof. Once assured that a bucket was well under each flight (which is no shortage) we eat delicious sausages, grouped around the stove watching the rain fall from the window.
Southern must begin here, or rather, the vision I had is there before my eyes. It is a small quiet village which bears the pretty name Malalcahuello (Try you'll see it sounds good. Cahu-My-lal-yo). Behind the old disused railway station, a short grass prairie of this and yellowed by snow, wind, cold and the sun dance today under the caresses of a current of air. In addition, small colorful houses with roofs sharp shake against each other in the narrow valley. So by the time my second hike that will leave just to mess with another volcano, beautiful too, the Lonquimay. Unlike the above, it is him surrounded by a thick forest of Araucaria, the conifer to the local side which impressively large, our most beautiful pines would look like matchsticks. This forest, bathed in sunshine, reveals an incredible number of shades of green and open occasionally to offer a beautiful view of the volcano. Again, a rise in the morning to contemplate the light that slowly increases while a fine mist floats, slightly above the village like a veil covering the last moments of sleep men.
What happiness that whole days spent outside show up in the evening, the limit of darkness and light up slowly the mountain as we turn the page on a beautiful picture book ...
Finally a big thank you for all your comments make me happy and with me here as a firm discrete and light on my shoulder ...
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