From the refugio it is about eleven kilometers to the popular La Junta. The hike is a repetition of yesterday’s hike: a muddy path, trenches, rainforest and a few river crossings. Continue Reading…
It’s peak season in Bariloche. What once was a destination for the adventurous traveller, is now a party destination for the young and a luxurious destination for the little less young.
This is my fourth visit to the town and my previous visit wasn’t memorable. I believe I’m a bit too old for scruffy bunk beds in a cellar, rancid bathrooms and too drunken and too noisy roommates. Continue Reading…
‘People don’t hike this trail on their own. You should go with a group. There are no way markers’, states the NP Nahuel Huapi-Officina worker, when I ask where to register my trip. Continue Reading…
Together with my three, new Chilean friends I walk towards La Junta. La Junta sounds like a lot. It is no more than a landing strip and a bridge.
Soon after La Junta we reach la casa de Leticia + termas, where we meet three more Chileans. They have camped in Leticia’s ‘garden’. Maté and small talk follow. My young friends decide to camp here. Continue Reading…
While I’m waiting for my backpack to get through the Chilean customs, I show the bus driver my maps on Locus. ‘Look, I’d like to get of the bus here. It’s about 10 kilometers from this border. I believe it’s near a mirador‘. I try to explain in my best Spanish. ‘Bien’, is all I get for an answer. Continue Reading…
Gemaakt met in Haarlem