The crossing of the Andes from Bariloche in Argentina to Puerto Varas in Chile affords quite a look at the lake districts in both countries. It takes two days and involves four buses and three boats each way. We spent the night at a Swedish/Chilean (!) hostel in Puerto Varas, Compas del Sur. Jan. 23.
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We were pretty excited to be doing the turbuss/turboat thing |
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The route, three boats, four buses |
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Still on Lago Nahuel Huapi |
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"Yo soy el capitan!" |
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Perito Moreno, the founder of the national park system, is
burid on an isalnd in Nahuel Huapi |
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Lakes, mountains, forests, waterfalls... |
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Debarking boat #1 at Puerto Blest |
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Taking the next bus to the next lake and boat |
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In the great old forest |
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Next boat |
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African Queen |
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Argentine immigration; here a cloud temporarily fell, as the
chief officer found fault with Vicki''s passport; but it all worked
out; thanks to our Chilean guide, Christian, and his colleagues |
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Progress report |
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Welcome to Chile |
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El Tronedor again, from its Chilean side |
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Glacier and waterfalls |
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At the restaurant at Peulla; water cascades over the glass ceiling
to cool the place |
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The bar at Hotel Natura |
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Rhubarbs..."poor peoples' umbrellas" |
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Time for another boat |
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Incredible color from the glacial sediments |
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Orsuna, the big volcano in the area |
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Closer up |
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Its neighbor, Puntiagudo ("the pointy one") |
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Infrastructure in Puerto Varas |
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A German community, founded in the 1890s |
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Vicki's dinner |
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OK, so imagine a 5 inch bun, the bottom of which is slathered
in guacamole, then thin sliced sirloin strips, then 3 strips of
bacon, then sliced tomatoes, then a fried egg; I can't believe I
ate the whole thing (well, not the bun) |