{"id":1252,"date":"2019-02-23T11:42:28","date_gmt":"2019-02-23T10:42:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zeus.bitvalve.org\/blogs\/headingsouth\/wp\/?p=337"},"modified":"2019-02-23T11:42:28","modified_gmt":"2019-02-23T10:42:28","slug":"dont-cry-for-me-argentina-hola-chile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/headingsouth.bitvalve.org\/?p=1252","title":{"rendered":"Don&#8217;t Cry for me Argentina &#8211; Hol\u00e1 Chile!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After our lovely hikes in the Argentinian Andes, we left El Chalt\u00e9n for a long bus ride over to the Chilean side to the southernmost continental city (yes, they like superlatives here&#8230;) of the world, Punta Arenas. We first spent another night in El Calafate, arrived after five hours in Puerto Natales (entry point to the famous Torres del Paine national park that we decided to skip as it is incredibly popular this time of the year and campsites have to be booked six months ahead \ud83d\ude44), and then took another three hours ride to Punta Arenas, from which we flew North to the port city of Puerto Montt. Long day of traveling, with impressive views outside, at least.<\/p>\n<p>In Puerto Montt, we found a cozy room in a place fittingly called &#8220;Old House&#8221;, where our lovely host Alejandra did her best to make our stay as comfy as possible. Puerto Montt was our first &#8220;proper&#8221; city after Buenos Aires, hence the first goal was to find a shop selling photo cameras&#8230; The horrific weather on the Perito Moreno trip had actually managed to break my DSLR (which had survived, among other things, a couple of desert storms in Mauritania) by a combination of a light drizzle with heavy gusts of wind. Luckily, we found an electronics store amidst a myriad of shops selling cracked iPhones and hair dryers and thus we now are again able to take proper photos, yay!!<\/p>\n<p>We then tried (spoiler: in vain) for about two hours to rent a car for a few days but it seems we have underestimated the popularity of the region for the Chilean vacationers. So we took a (pretty crowded) bus to Castro on the island Chilo\u00e9 and there booked a cab driver, naturally named Juan-Carlos (I&#8217;m not kidding), to drive us around the island, which used to be populated by various aboriginal tribes and whose culture is still significantly influenced by them. After a hefty meal of the local &#8220;Eintopf&#8221; called Curanto, massive amounts of clams, mussels, smoked pork belly, potatoes and others, all cooked in a hike in the soil (delicious!), we explored a few cute fisherman villages with colorful houses.<\/p>\n<p>The next day, we went to visit the east coast of Chilo\u00e9 and the national park there. A nice hike of about three hours lead us through dense primary forests with a vast abundance of different plants as well as an open coast line with a beach facing the Pacific (which we today saw the first time on our trip) where various birds were trying to catch a meal. We got hungry ourselves and indulged in a meal of salmon topped with tomatoes and Chorizo (a kind of sausage) all gratinated with cheese. Sounds awesome and is awesome! \ud83d\ude0b Now we&#8217;re on our way back to Castro from where we&#8217;ll take another bus North towards Temuco tomorrow morning.<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><strong>Deutsche \u00dcbersetzung:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nach unseren sch\u00f6nen Wanderungen in den argentinischen Anden verlie\u00dfen wir El Chalt\u00e9n f\u00fcr eine lange Busfahrt auf die chilenische Seite zur s\u00fcdlichsten Kontinentalstadt (ja, sie m\u00f6gen hier Superlative&#8230;) der Welt, Punta Arenas. Wir verbrachten zun\u00e4chst eine weitere Nacht in El Calafate, kamen nach f\u00fcnf Stunden in Puerto Natales an (Einstiegspunkt in den ber\u00fchmten Torres del Paine Nationalpark, den wir \u00fcberspringen wollten, da er zu dieser Jahreszeit unglaublich beliebt ist und Campingpl\u00e4tze sechs Monate im Voraus gebucht werden m\u00fcssen \ud83d\ude44), und machten dann eine weitere dreist\u00fcndige Fahrt nach Punta Arenas, von wo aus wir nach Norden in die Hafenstadt Puerto Montt flogen. Langer Reisetag, zumindest mit beeindruckenden Ausblicken nach drau\u00dfen.<\/p>\n<p>In Puerto Montt fanden wir ein gem\u00fctliches Zimmer an einem Ort mit dem passenden Namen &#8220;Old House&#8221;, wo unsere liebe Gastgeberin Alejandra ihr Bestes tat, um unseren Aufenthalt so angenehm wie m\u00f6glich zu gestalten. Puerto Montt war unsere erste &#8220;richtige&#8221; Stadt nach Buenos Aires, daher war das erste Ziel, einen Laden f\u00fcr Fotokameras zu finden&#8230; Das schreckliche Wetter auf der Perito-Moreno-Reise hatte es tats\u00e4chlich geschafft, meine DSLR (die unter anderem ein paar W\u00fcstenst\u00fcrme in Mauretanien \u00fcberlebt hatte) durch eine Kombination aus leichtem Nieselregen und starken Windb\u00f6en zu zerst\u00f6ren. Gl\u00fccklicherweise haben wir inmitten einer Vielzahl von Gesch\u00e4ften, die gecrackte iPhones und Haartrockner verkaufen, ein Elektronikgesch\u00e4ft gefunden und so sind wir nun wieder in der Lage, richtige Fotos zu machen, yay!!!<\/p>\n<p>Wir haben dann etwa zwei Stunden lang versucht (Spoiler: vergeblich), ein Auto f\u00fcr ein paar Tage zu mieten, aber es scheint, dass wir die Popularit\u00e4t der Region f\u00fcr die chilenischen Urlauber untersch\u00e4tzt haben. Also nahmen wir einen (ziemlich \u00fcberf\u00fcllten) Bus nach Castro auf der Insel Chilo\u00e9 und dort buchten wir einen Taxifahrer, der nat\u00fcrlich Juan-Carlos hie\u00df (ich scherze nicht), um uns um die Insel zu fahren, die fr\u00fcher von verschiedenen Ureinwohnern bev\u00f6lkert war und deren Kultur immer noch stark von ihnen beeinflusst wird. Nach einem kr\u00e4ftigen Essen des lokalen &#8220;Eintopfes&#8221; Curanto, riesigen Mengen an Muscheln, Muscheln, ger\u00e4uchertem Schweinebauch, Kartoffeln und anderem, im Erdloch gekocht (k\u00f6stlich!), erkundeten wir ein paar s\u00fc\u00dfe Fischerd\u00f6rfer mit bunten H\u00e4usern.<\/p>\n<p>Am n\u00e4chsten Tag besuchten wir die Ostk\u00fcste von Chilo\u00e9 und den dortigen Nationalpark. Eine sch\u00f6ne Wanderung von etwa drei Stunden f\u00fchrte uns durch dichte Prim\u00e4rw\u00e4lder mit einer riesigen F\u00fclle an verschiedenen Pflanzen sowie einer offenen K\u00fcstenlinie mit einem Strand zum Pazifik (den wir heute zum ersten Mal auf unserer Reise gesehen haben), wo verschiedene V\u00f6gel versuchten, sich eine Mahlzeit zu holen. Wir hatten selbst Hunger und g\u00f6nnten uns eine Mahlzeit aus Lachs mit Tomaten und Chorizo (einer Art Wurst), die alle mit K\u00e4se \u00fcberbacken waren. Klingt fantastisch und ist fantastisch! \ud83d\ude0b Jetzt sind wir auf dem R\u00fcckweg nach Castro, von wo aus wir morgen fr\u00fch mit einem weiteren Bus nach Norden in Richtung Temuco fahren werden.<\/p>\n<p>\u00dcbersetzt mit www.DeepL.com\/Translator<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-341 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190221_1018335433489773287533780.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-349 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190221_124810316785507457407053.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-347 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/20190221_1749127491696917739296599.jpg\" width=\"2080\" height=\"1040\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-350 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190221_144417840014268233706051.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-355 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190221_1533331843380438616540136-1.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-340 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190221_1321272682374059975152949.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-345 size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/20190221_184610_hdr7864779423211320732.jpg\" width=\"2080\" height=\"1040\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-346\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190221_2235581658740861329263102.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-348 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190222_1206427861723158476742954.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-342 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190222_0849384150843241460138684.jpg\" width=\"1500\" height=\"2000\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-343 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190222_1259361857600931991465068.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-358 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190221_1617258378479934274533765.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-360 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/img_20190222_1219378104490536418204416.jpg\" width=\"2000\" height=\"1500\"><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-398 alignnone size-full\" src=\"\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/20190222_1809514561489975719984189-1.jpg\" width=\"2080\" height=\"1040\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After our lovely hikes in the Argentinian Andes, we left El Chalt\u00e9n for a long bus ride over to the Chilean side to the southernmost continental city (yes, they like superlatives here&#8230;) of the world, Punta Arenas. 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