Usuhaia - Rio Grande - Porvenir - Punta Arenas - Puerto Natales
And
yes, this time the inspiration fails me a bit, I'm sure I tried, spent some time watching my little red notebook but it does not, it does not come! Okay, well for once, it will be shorter and I would let you in exchange for a few more photos. It must also say that I have done nothing for the material you deliver. The 15 days were mainly devoted to rest and to resumption of weight that were urgently needed.
Here, then, summary in another form, my 15 days.
- When the sun rises on the other side of the world: Ushuaia

stuck there five days by a big shot bar (which partly explains the need to gain weight) I still had the chance to have my bed (which I have not changed much) a magnificent view of the Beagle and the movements of the harbor! (See yourself) or
The first morning I saw the sun rise, I thought it was a dream because of the colors were magical, the second morning I realized it was true and the third I thought you and took some pictures. Starting again from
Usuhaia I am seized with a tremendous boost by returning to the track, dust, trucks ... and the 7000 km that separates me from the magical city of Machu Picchu are ready to be eaten raw, nothing can stop me!
- Land of the Estancias:
In Rio Grande I shared my hotel room with Carlos, a Peon Estancia. These are guys who come from a brave little throughout South America and some of whom live in the estancias, or can be accessed only on horseback! Some outposts (I'd rather remote) are at the bottom of the ranch, more than 6 hours on horseback from the ranch's main house and the guys live there without running water or electricity, the world's only connected by a radio which broadcasts music and, every 3 hours of practical information. "Estancia Santa Clara 50aine that informs its sheep seem to be out by Rio Claro and Alta Carmen ..." One might therefore believe that these poor guys are bored but it is not. Always take care of water, firewood, make bread, hunt and fish for food, monitor the animals, check miles of fencing ... Because I forgot to tell you that the famous ranches here are 10 000 hectares for the normal and more than 30 000 for the 3 big! The average number of heads of cattle escape me as it was astronomical!
A photo of the estancias in the country ballad. The old lighthouse at Cabo San Pablo, and South Atlantic!
- Argentino Hostel:
Rio Grande City is a dark and ugly enough but I must say I come to the right door and found the Hostel Argentino illustrates local institution that caters to travelers since 1923. There's this little room, quiet and pleasant, or in addition to the memories of passage, a small library polyglot has made me happy. The large dining room that is sunny - days or it deigns to brighten the city - and the warm kitchen are also places where I have good memories. The mix of Argentine families on vacation, bikers to the assault on the continent, young Argentine north in search of fortune in the oil exploration area, the U.S. pressed, peons of the estancias and hitchhiker french (which So it?) works wonderfully. In Cabo San Pablo, we bought a monstrous trout from 5 kg to local fishermen and we have shared during a meal to remember! (Photo)
-Tierra del Fuego:
After Rio Grande, I attack the crossing of the land of fire. The atmosphere of great holiday at the border is not without recalling the family holiday when I was a kid. And then I take the side street and then everything stops, time, noise, running the planets! It feels awesome this huge space that is the steppe Fugene large, populous of guanacos (Lama cousins local high Andes) silence is impressive, the huge sky. The photograph shows the small bay which washes Porvenir and one of those huge skies.
- Land of the Estancias:

In Rio Grande I shared my hotel room with Carlos, a Peon Estancia. These are guys who come from a brave little throughout South America and some of whom live in the estancias, or can be accessed only on horseback! Some outposts (I'd rather remote) are at the bottom of the ranch, more than 6 hours on horseback from the ranch's main house and the guys live there without running water or electricity, the world's only connected by a radio which broadcasts music and, every 3 hours of practical information. "Estancia Santa Clara 50aine that informs its sheep seem to be out by Rio Claro and Alta Carmen ..." One might therefore believe that these poor guys are bored but it is not. Always take care of water, firewood, make bread, hunt and fish for food, monitor the animals, check miles of fencing ... Because I forgot to tell you that the famous ranches here are 10 000 hectares for the normal and more than 30 000 for the 3 big! The average number of heads of cattle escape me as it was astronomical!
A photo of the estancias in the country ballad. The old lighthouse at Cabo San Pablo, and South Atlantic!
- Argentino Hostel:

Rio Grande City is a dark and ugly enough but I must say I come to the right door and found the Hostel Argentino illustrates local institution that caters to travelers since 1923. There's this little room, quiet and pleasant, or in addition to the memories of passage, a small library polyglot has made me happy. The large dining room that is sunny - days or it deigns to brighten the city - and the warm kitchen are also places where I have good memories. The mix of Argentine families on vacation, bikers to the assault on the continent, young Argentine north in search of fortune in the oil exploration area, the U.S. pressed, peons of the estancias and hitchhiker french (which So it?) works wonderfully. In Cabo San Pablo, we bought a monstrous trout from 5 kg to local fishermen and we have shared during a meal to remember! (Photo)
-Tierra del Fuego:

- San Isidoro:

From Punta Arenas, want to enjoy calm and quiet of the Strait of Magellan, I'm leaving for a hike of two days along the strait to San Lighthouse Isidoro. Colors magical dolphins who are with me, small fishing boat that greets me in the hand ... A quiet, barely disturbed by the wind that blows in quick succession. In front of my mouth of Bahia and Isla Dawson useless, with its wooded slopes and basically the snowy summit of the Cordillera Darwin I mentioned last time. A magical setting I told you! In the evening, sleeping near the little lighthouse, safely sheltered in the forest stirred by the breeze. The next day I saw my dolphins that appeared to be a party: Boom of teenagers? family celebration? Anniversary of the youngest? Ball of Fire? Marriage? I can do anything but it was quite a party! It jumped in every sense, a blow on the back, on the side, on the belly, backswing, long jump ... A good binge of dolphins!
- Ultima Esperanza:

Well I have just read is ultimately rather long, will I find it difficult to be brief?
PS: I apologize in any case for the many spelling mistakes I found in almost all my posts despite my many interpretations. One is a subject where I always had gaps and two, I do not have to spell french here to limit the search box!
Be well
Benoit
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