Patagonia Travel: Planning our itinerary and what we brought along with us

Making the most of a short(ish) trip

When Brice and I decided our next big trip would be in Patagonia, right away we agreed that we needed to check out what this whole Torres del Paine business was all about.  Since the park is in the southern portion of Patagonia, we soon figured we would end our journey there.

A quick internet research landed us on Alan’s blog, and soon I had ingested his extensive advice for doing the full “O” circuit, the trek that would take us all the way around and through the Torres del Paine mountain range. Based on his suggestion, we went ahead and booked all of our campsites in advance – and that was probably the smartest planning step we took, as just a few weeks later, the park announced that due to increasing popularity, only hikers with reserved campsites would be allowed to hike the multi-day trails.  

Once that part of the trip was locked down, we started to focus on the rest: how to get there and where to start from.

I did a lot of research for this trip – as I tend to do (I’m a planner, what can I say). At first, it was basically to learn more about Patagonia. We’d heard the name of course, and seen documentaries that got us day-dreaming about amazing wild landscapes, but we didn’t really have a clear idea of the geography, the climate, the overall environment we would be immersing ourselves into. 

Then I started to read about the challenges it might present for travellers (remote areas, roads in very bad conditions), and how to best approach them. It seemed that there were various ways we could drive across Patagonia, all the way down to Torres del Paine. One way was through Argentina, the other through Chile. Ultimately the Chilean side felt more appealing to us. I can’t remember  where/when I first read the name “Carretera Austral” – the main road that spreads North-South through the narrow, southern portion of Chile, but at one point we decided that there was the path we would follow.

Patagonia is a huge land to explore. Most of the accounts I had read were by Overlanders, long-term travellers who had sometimes driven in vans all the way down from North America. They were on the road for months and had time to take every day as it came, and didn’t have a rigid plan to follow. 

As much as I would have loved taking 2-3 months to wander the Carretera north to south and back, there was only so much time we could take off work – and we were fortunate to actually be able to take that much time. With the 6 days (+1 one for buffer) dedicated to the trek in Torres, and another 2-day trek in El Chalten, to get a glimpse of the iconic Fitzroy, we were left with about 12 days to drive along the Careterra.

I read a lot about this iconic road, how long it would take to drive, how bad certain portions of it were and how it affected travel times. And where to stop on the way, what “not to miss”. While planning that portion of the trip, I went back and force between thinking the time we had was way too short, and fearing we wouldn’t be able to “see enough” or we would just be grazing the top of what Patagonia has to offer…and maybe I was putting too much pressure on myself to have an amazing trip and maybe I was over-planning this whole thing. We actually had one car rental company advise us against taking such a trip, arguing it really wasn’t enough time to see a lot and that we would be driving too much. To ease my concerns, I got in contact with Rich and Ash from Desk to Glory, to get an idea of how long they had taken to drive down, and they replied that they only took about a week – not sure if that included the 2 days spent crossing the fjords in the beginning, but it made me feel better about the time we had, so thanks guys!

Well guess what. It was short, and it did involve a lot of driving, and we did only get a glimpse of Patagonia. But what a glimpse it was. Sure, there were a couple of stops that I was hoping we could make but weren’t able to, mainly due to weather (and we didn’t have time to wait for it to get better). But even just driving on that road and experiencing the landscape from the passenger seat or just walking out of the car for a few hundred meters, it was so worth it. If I had to choose between only having 12 days to drive 2500km through Patagonia, or not doing it at all, I would still do it the way we did and I wouldn’t change a thing.

So I slowly gathered bits and pieces of information online and eventually started drawing out an itinerary. We acquired The guide book written about the Careterra, which I would definitely recommend – it was a great source of information including road condition, travel times, and full of little gems of places that could cater to any category of travelers – from people wanting to stay in more comfortable hotels to hitch-hikers willing to “rough it up” (I’d say we probably were somewhere in the middle as far as our traveling style goes).

Getting a better sense of distances, we realized early on that driving all the way from Santiago (where we landed after our Cosat Rica adventure) wasn’t realistic. The Careterra “officially” starts in Puerto Montt, about 1200km south of the capital city. The bus system in Chile is actually very developed, being the main mode of long-distance transportation, and we easily found a bus company that offered overnight rides from Santiago to Puerto Montt (we’ve found in the past that traveling overnight is one of the best ways to cover long distance without wasting day time).

Aside from “how much are we ok to drive every day” (and by “we” I mean Brice, as he did all the driving), the other thing we also had to factor in was “how early are we willing to get up everyday”. Some people like to be up with the sun and it sounds like nowadays the trend is all about “chasing sunrise” and being up at dawn to make the most of the day. Well…let’s be honest here…we’re not those people. We’re not early risers. We’ll set our alarm for 7am, but most likely will hit snooze for at least 1/2 hour. And we like to take our time in the morning. We like to get up and make coffee and have breakfast and pack up the tent and make sure we’re not leaving anything behind. And rushing to get through this process to get an extra ½ hour on the road really doesn’t feel worth it to us. Neither does getting up with the sun, which in the southern-most portion of our journey was rising at 4:30am – but went down way after 10pm, giving us ample time to enjoy the daylight long into the evening.
So surely we could have packed a bit more into each day by being up at 5am and out by 6, but enjoying our mornings and taking our time in an otherwise short-ish timeline was part of what we loved so much about being on the road. 

Transportation
Now let me tell you a little about the car we rented. This was to some extent, the most involved part of planning this whole trip.
The challenge we ran into was that we intended to drive from Puerto Montt to Puerto Natales (about 2500km give or take, with detours) but one way only. Which meant we were facing a pretty significant drop-off fee attached to our rental cost.
When trying to book through big box rentals (Avis, Hetz), most companies didn’t even offer a one way option. And if they did, rentals for two weeks would cost nearly $3000 dollars (US). We thought about taking buses instead, but soon realized that we would be sacrificing flexibility for money. And being dependent on bus routes and schedules really wasn’t the way we wanted to travel, especially on such a short time frame.

I would say if you’re going for more than a month, with no definite itinerary and you want to travel on the cheap, then buses and hitch-hiking would certainly be the way to go. In our case, we only had about 12 days on the road and we wanted to be able to stop wherever we wanted, whenever we wanted.

So when it became clear that we needed to rent a car, I started looking for the cheapest option. I found a website called Interpatagonia, which listed pretty much every rental company, big and small, along the Carretera Austral. So one rainy Sunday afternoon, I emailed 30 or 40 of these companies, in 3 different cities in the northern portion of Patagonia, and then waited for replies.
I only received about 7 or 8 replies. Most of them gave me a pretty detailed breakdown of the cost, depending on the type of vehicle we wanted. All of them were still around $2800 minimum for a sedan, and more like $3500 for a 4-wheel drive.

One company however emailed back a short response, along the line of “for your rental of 10 days, I can rent you a Sedan (Samsung SM3 or similar) for $1900 dollars”. I thought “Ah, now we’re talking”. I emailed him a couple more questions, asking about other types of vehicles and a longer rental. He didn’t have trucks or SUVs so we settled on a sedan, $2100 for 12 days, including insurance, paperwork to take the car across the border to Argentina (very important!), and road-side assistance (whatever that meant). I had to have a few exchanges back and forth with him as he was mainly giving me one-liner answers, without really providing a full breakdown like other companies had. I did look up the name of his company and found a fairly legit website – mainly specializing in boat tours around Puerto Montt but also offering rental services. I even looked him up on Yelp, and while the tour reviews were pretty positive, the one negative review had to do with how this one customer’s credit card had been charged at the time of the booking for the whole amount – whereas most rental company will charge you upon pick-up of the vehicle.

I had a little gut feeling that this guy wasn’t quite as “by the book” as other rental companies, but his price was significantly lower than other places, and so we decided to go with him (in case you’re worried, I’ll say right now the story ends well, but this was definitely a case of culture difference and taking a bit of a leap of faith in terms of trusting that this barely-kosher transaction would turn out well).

Anyways, after multiple exchanges, he asked if he could bring the car to us on the day of the pick-up, to which I replied that we would be at the bus depot in Puerto Montt at 9am, arriving from Santiago, on December 13th. I mentioned the date to him at least twice, once by email and once on the form we filled out to confirm the car reservation.

 

Fast forward to Dec 13. We got off the bus and looked around for our contact, Enrique, but he was nowhere to be found. We had all his info in a conveniently packaged itinerary booklet that Brice put together (which, printed on 1/4 size paper, included all of our plane reservations, airbnbs, and even Torres campsites booking – I may be the planner, but Brice definitely has a strong organization fiber in him as well!). So I walked over to the ticket counter, and asked the lady behind it, in broken Spanish, if she would mind calling Enrique for us. She did and shortly after handed me the phone. I was able to converse with Enrique in English, and he apologized, saying he thought we were arriving the next day. He was very sorry and was on his way to pick us up immediately. I was a bit annoyed, understandably, but ok, we waited for him and he showed up 10 minutes later.

We got into a car with him and he said again that he was sorry, he had confused the date, and that he would have a car for us by 3pm. I replied that it wasn’t going to work for us as we had booked a ferry crossing in Hornopiren, which left at 3pm. Hornopiren was a 2.5 hour drive from Puerto Montt. Enrique stopped to think for a couple of minutes, and then said, “ok, I think I can have a car by 11am” (it was close to 10am at that point). He said he needed to drive back to his house to get another car, so we drove with him, then he got out of the car and said “meet me at the corner of … and… at 11am, there is a notary public there. I need to get some paperwork done for the car before you go but then it’s yours”.

At first we were pretty skeptical – this was definitely not your run of the mill car rental shop. But since he was basically leaving us the car he drove in with, without asking us to sign any sort of paperwork or anything, we figured we’d go with it.
So, car keys in hand, we drove back to the address he gave us and waited. A few minutes after 11, Enrique came around, holding papers, and handed them to us. He said the car was brand new, purchased the day before (the paperwork he handed us confirmed it). It was registered to a woman’s name but the address was the same as his company’s (so I’m assuming that the woman was his wife or partner and he really runs his business out of his house). The paperwork he needed from the notary was a signed authorization from said woman giving us permission to drive the car over to Argentina. He handed us a pile of papers including insurance, proof of purchase, etc.., and told us “when you cross the border, don’t say it’s a rental, tell them it’s a friend’s car”… Oook. Once again, not our usual rental transaction, but heck, we were in Chile, and we did get the car that we had paid for, so we shook his hand and went on our way. By the way, no paperwork was ever signed by us during all this.

If you’ve read the previous posts on this blog, you know by now that although the car we rented was definitely not the most optimum choice for this type of road, it did take us from A to B without any issue. We actually came to be quite fond of our crappy little south-american Nissan Tilda, with manual windows and non-centralized door locking. 

 Navigation
Along with a road map (which was  helpful to get a rough idea of how much distance we should try to cover every day, and were we should try to be every night) and the guide book, there are two apps that we used that were extremely useful.
Our favorite navigation map to date is Navmii. We’ve used in New Zealand, Australia, every time we go to the States, and once again, here in Chile. The main advantage is that it provides an off-line map, which means you don’t need any data or roaming in order to access it. Your phone can be set to airplane mode, all you need is your GPS to be on. It sucks quite a bit of battery, so it’s especially useful when driving, where you can keep your phone charged. You download the apps for the specific country you’ll be using it in, and they have pretty frequent updates. I have found their maps to be quite detailed – the Canada one even shows hiking trails all around Vancouver that Google map doesn’t.

The second app that we used for the first time (but not the last!) was iOverlander. I got the tip once again from Desk to Glory, and it turned out to be the most useful app we could have had in terms of finding places to stay.
The way it works is that it gets populated by other travelers, who enter the Geo location of the places they’ve been to. It could be a  scenic wild camping spot, a gas station, a cute bakery, a hostel, etc…they’ll give a short description along with GPS coordinates. Again, the app can be used offline, and it will display a list of places that are nearest to you (note that distances displayed would be as the crow flies, and not driving distance). While the iOverlander map view requires wifi or data to load, you can also copy the coordinates from iOverlander and paste them into Navmii and it will get you there.
Basically, I used this app every day to find just about everything, Grocery store, gas stations, car mechanics and most importantly a place to sleep. We found 90% of our camping spots using this app. It was especially great at finding us little gems of places that where off the main road and that might not have been indicated anywhere else otherwise. I’m really grateful for all the users that took the time to enter all their travel finds, as we got to enjoy them as well.

On the Road 
The guide book was very helpful in listing out the towns that did have a gas station, along with recommendations for car mechanics along the way. Along the Carretera, we didn’t have any issues finding gas. It’s once we crossed over to Argentina that we entered a much starker no-man’s land, in which we had to drive a lot longer to get to the nearest station. Also, none of the gas station took credit card, so on our first stop after crossing the Argentinian border, we had to figure out a way to change USD into pesos. Hotels and bigger shops would usually trade currency, with varying fees.

We didn’t have any car trouble, aside from two flat tires, which was to be expected. The first one occurred just before we crossed the border to Argentina. It happened overnight and in the morning we had to drive back about an hour to the nearest town to get it changed – ironically, this one was caused by a random screw that we probably picked up at the campground, and not even after all the rough pot-holed dirt road driving.
The second flat tire happened as we crossed the border back into Chile (it must be a border thing then). That last portion of road in Argentina was really rough for about 70km, so we’re not sure exactly what caused it. In both cases, we made use of the spare tire that came with the car and didn’t have too much trouble finding a mechanic to change the tire for us…

Regarding the condition of the road itself, it had improved in parts compared to what the guide book described, since it was published a couple of years ago but  I did notice some portions that the book had marked as paved but were still gravel when we drove on them. There were still a fair amount of road that was pretty rough – around Puyuhuapi and Puerto Cisnes for example. Nothing was paved past Villa Cerro Castillo, nor is there a plan for it to be at this point, according to the guide book. Once we crossed over to Argentina, the book became irrelevant, and we just had to take the road as it was – mostly in bad shape, except for a good portion of Ruta 40, the Argentinian equivalent of the Careterra. 

We didn’t eat “out” much, meaning in restaurants. But we did it outside a whole lot since we were on the road and camping every night. Avocado and ham sandwiches were a pretty good go-to for lunch, and for dinner we alternated between couscous, beans (we must have tried all of the options of the “Wasil” brand, various mixed beans packaged in small cartons) and canned fish, or pasta, or instant noodle…and lots of cookies, chips and snacks to keep the “hangriness” away while on the road – bonus tip for happy traveling: more often than not, things start to go downhill when one (or more) of the travelers’ blood sugar goes low. We know that well, and we both know to reach for a snack as soon as impatience or annoyance makes an appearance…sure enough after a few bites, whatever frustration started to rear its head is gone. 

 

 

Planning  the Torres del Paine Trek
When we were planning our trip to Chile, this is the first thing we looked into. We had never done a hiking trek like that before, but after doing some research, it sounded like it was a pretty accessible, not overly challenging one given our fitness level.


The main source of information I found was Alan’s blog: Adventure Alan. It’s probably the most detailed and accurate resource about Torres del Paine out there. It was incredibly useful in learning how to get to Torres, what to bring and what would be available there. He also shared the itinerary he and his wife followed, meaning basically what distance they covered each day and which campgrounds they stopped at. There are a number of campsites along the full circuit, so we had to decide which ones we would sleep at. After reading the itinerary in details, I figured Brice and I were in pretty good shape and could easily follow the same plan as Alan (the one detail I had overlooked was the weight of our packs compared to theirs, which did make a bit of a difference on our overall travel time, but we were still able to follow the itinerary just fine). He also recommended booking campsites in advance, as the park was getting more and more popular and sites were booking out fast.


Actually, from reading other blogs, it seemed that up until November of 2016, campsite management was a bit on the loose side, and there was sometimes a pretty big overflow of campers. This caused sanitary issues on a couple of occasions, which eventually led to the park having stronger rules about camping capacity. We were really glad we planned this ahead of time, as we met people along the way who just showed up at the park, hoping to be able to camp, but were turned away by rangers because they didn’t have a reservation.

Gear

Seeing how the last 6 days of our trip involved us carrying all our belongings on our back, we tried to keep things as light as possible. The Costa Rica retreat in the beginning of our trip did add some weight that we otherwise wouldn’t have bothered with (mainly summer clothes).

Our sleeping gear was comprised of our awesome Sierra Design Convert 2 tent, our two Nemo Astro insulated sleeping pads, and my DIY Ray-Way sleeping quilt (the making of which you can read all about on my sewing blog).

 

All these pieces worked out great for us throughout the trip. Our backpacks were Ospreys, also a pretty great tried-and-true piece of gear. My only problems with those (and it would probably be true with other brands) is that I have bony hips, and while we were hiking, I wished I had had a bit more padding on the hip belt as overtime I could feel pinching – which was of course accentuated by the weight. I did play around with weight distribution between shoulders and hips, but it never completely solved the problem. I might look into making a couple of little padding pieces to attach to the back of the hip pockets and see if that would make them more comfortable. Any advice from other bony-hipped backpackers are welcome!

Clothing-wise, I pretty much went with everything merino (except for pants, but including socks and underwear). Merino is awesome as it breathes well, keeps you warm when needed, and more importantly, doesn’t smell – even socks! It’s super easy to wash and quick to dry.

From tank tops to long sleeves, shorts to pants, I basically brought 2 of everything, layered multiple ways depending on weather. Upper layers included a fleece jacket (that I pretty much wore daily in Patagonia), a gore-tex rain shell to stay dry and a down jacket to stay warm. Even though we were in the Southern Hemisphere during summer, the unpredictable, ever changing weather in Patagonia definitely warranted hats and gloves and I also used a running buff – great for light head coverage during the day and sleeping mask at night.

Footwear was comprised of 1 pair of  trail running shoes – mainly used in Costa Rica, 1 pair of hiking shoes and 1 pair of light weight flip flops.

If it wasn’t for Costa Rica, I probably wouldn’t have carried any summer running clothes or hiking shorts. As I mentioned above, the “summer” weather of Patagonia can go from bright warm sunshine to pouring rain and even snow in the span of a day. I wore mainly long pants and sleeves the whole time.

Brice was a bit more conservative than me with his packing (he tends to get much warmer much easier, so layering isn’t really his thing), but his bag included pretty much the same outwear essentials.

We purchased packing cubes to carry our clothes in, and that was probably one of the best investments we made for this trip. It wasn’t much, but having our clothes neatly put away into their own zip-able pouches meant we didn’t have to dig through the backpack to find them, they could be easily shoved in and out amongst the rest of our gear, and they also doubled as pillows.

For cooking, we kept things as simple as possible with a simple screw-on stove piece, 2 collapsible plates and cups, plastic utensils and a set of small, lightweight camping pots.
We also each had a “lifestraw go” bottle. These are great as they don’t require any “processing” of the water, you just fill them up and drink. Most water streams in Torres del Paine are potable, but these are just great for any sort of shady water (we used them everyday on our Mexico trip last year, to drink water straight out of the tap). And let’s not forget our tiny coffee filter, which worked great when we wanted some proper ground coffee, rather than the commonly-served instant powdered coffee that is widely distributed down there.

Brice also brought a KA-Bar military grade hunting knife, which served multiple purposes, from chopping wood to slicing saucisson. We brought two head lamps, which we used in Costa Rica but barely ever in Chile, as the days were so long (sun went down after 11pm and was up around 4am).

We also had a couple of extra small bags with us: one lightweight and easily squishable backpack – Brice used it as carry-on for his photo gear on the plane, and it also served as a day pack when hiking on the road. 
I used one of those super simple pouches with cords (specifically, Brice’s Squamish 50 swag/drop bag) as a carry on and when we were just walking around towns. We later used it to put food in in Torres. We also brought one small packable dry bag, because you always need some sort of a dry bag, and it was also used to put food in. It might sound like a lot of extra bags, but we found that keeping things compartmentalized this way made taking things in and out of our Osprey packs fast and easy.

Brice of course brought his photo gear – probably the heaviest part of his pack, which included his Canon 5D mark III camera and 2 lenses (plus 6 batteries and tons of memory cards), along with a go-pro. He also carried a variety of cords and cables to be able to charge and connect all of our devices, as well as a small portable battery pack/charger. We were a bit worried about being able to re-charge my camera’s batteries on the Torres trek, but we actually took a lot less pictures then than we did on the rest of the road trip, and the battery lasted much longer. Just in case though, Brice ended up engineering a cable from two different ones, to be able to connect my battery charger to his portable battery pack via usb.

I brought my small Olympus mirror-less camera, a great size and weight for this kind of trip, with 17mm lens (equivalent to a 34mm in full frame DSLR world). It turned out to be a great little back-up camera, especially when Brice’s DSLR died on day 2 of our road trip. That’s right, every photo taken after that day was shot with my little Olympus camera.


I had my camera on a strap most of the way, which I didn’t love as it tended to dangle around too much. Fortunately, the camera was small enough that I could slip it into one of the stretchy nettings on the side of my pack, and it was easy to take it in and out for photos. I think in the future I would like to try one of those pieces that attaches to your backpack strap, on the front of your shoulder.

So that’s more or less for everything we packed with us for 4 weeks (not including food)! It was pretty cool to see it all laid out on the bed when we did our reset in Puerto Natales, and later see it all packed up into our backpacks. There would be improvements to be made for sure, for weight efficiency, but looking at weight vs variety of situations we needed things for, I think we did ok.

Refuelling

Foodwise, we didn’t have to worry about volume or weight on the road trip portion, so we bought canned fish, pasta and tomato sauce, chips and wine. The Chilean brand “Wasil” had a good selection of beans and vegetables in boxes (like juice boxes) as opposed to cans (lighter to carry and easier to pack away when empty), which we consumed a lot of, along with the single-portion packs of peach or apple sauce. On the trek we resorted to instant noodles and pre-seasoned rice, although the latter took 15-20 minutes to cook which wasn’t very efficient propane-wise. A lot of hikers had de-hydrated meals with them, purchased from more specialized hiking stores, but we couldn’t find any of those in the park.
We also ate a LOT of cookies and nut mix (walnuts especially were a good source of calories).


And pound cake. Pound cake was one of the most readily accessible sweet good in the Torres shops and it became our go-to snack while and after hiking. And there might have been one can of squid and mussels that I ate with great delight on one of our last days in Chile, while Brice looked at me with a half-disgusted, half-amused look. I can’t help it, I just love me some canned seafood…

For the trek, we had bought enough food in town to last us 3 or 4 days, as we knew we would be able to refuel in the park. Prices there were pretty outrageous though (understandably so since everything had to be lugged in and out on the trails). We did a re-supply at the Dickson campground, which had a tiny shop but with a good variety of options, then bought more food at the Grey campground (the last night of our trip), mainly because the day had been a pretty intense one and we just wanted to eat everything we could get our hands on….

On the road we rarely ate at restaurants, only on a few occasion, since we were trying to save on that front. That being said, buying food in Patagonia was NOT cheap, so our groceries were probably more expensive that we would normally pay. 

So there you have it, a little behind the scenes of the planning and logistics that went into this trip. This wasn’t the first month-long trip we took, but it was definitely one that involved a variety of situations, from road trip, to hiking trek to running & yoga retreat.

Speaking of, we have yet to post about the Costa Rica portion of our journey, but guess what, it’s coming up next!


 

A little recap of the sites we consulted when planning out trip:

Adventure Alan

Lindsay & Tom

Desk to Glory

Our Open Road

Old Saw Story

Websites we used to book things ahead:

Interpatagonia

Turbus

Torres Del Paine

Hornopiren Ferry

And apps used to get around:

Navmii

iOverlander

 

 

Patagonia Road Trip Day 7: Crossing over to Argentina and Ruta 40

On the morning of day 6, we woke up in Valle Chacabuco, to the sight of Guanacos grazing in the field.

When we got back to the car, we realized one of our tires was flat. Ironically, we found out after taking it off that it was caused by a screw, that we probably picked-up in the campground, as we drove on a path that was still under construction. So much for all that rough pot-holed and corrugated Carretera, it was a screw that gave us our first flat tire. In any case, we had to make use of the spare tire, and we also realized we were going to have to drive back about an hour to the town of Cochrane in order to get our tire changed, as it was the closest town to our current location (anything on the Argentinian side was more than 2 hours away).

So we drove back through the park and to the junction of X-83 and the Carretera, and from there headed south to reach Cochrane. Between iOverlander and the guide book, we were able to easily find a place that sold tires. Turns out the place didn’t actually install them, but they gave us direction to another shop that would change the tire for us.

Once that got taken care of, I suggested we found a place to have a proper meal rather than sandwiches. We decided to try the Centro de Comida Lago Brown. Aside from a regular restaurant menu, they offered a lunchtime “Plat du Jour” for 4000 CLP (about 6USD). That’s what we ordered and it turned out to be one of the best meals we’ve had during our trip (aside from all the amazing food prepared for us at Chakra Lodge in Costa Rica). The dish was really simple, mashed potatoes with chicken breast in a buttery herb sauce. But it tasted like our grandmas had made it. The potatoes were super flavorful and the chicken incredibly tender, as it would be after, we assumed, roaming around in one of the local backyards. Somehow the dish had, there again, a taste of childhood…

Since we were in a somewhat bigger town, with potential access to internet, there was one thing I wanted to check before crossing the border. I had read that Canadian residents had to pay a reciprocity fee upon entering Argentina. The fee had to be paid online and the receipt printed to be presented at the border. We hadn’t really worried about it until now, but since we already had to take a detour because of the flat tire, I didn’t want to drive all the way to the border, only to be turned away because of paperwork, and having to drive all the way back to Cochrane again.

So first we walked into a small hotel to see if they would let us use their internet. They say they didn’t have any, but there was an internet café just a couple of blocks away. There were two or three computers available, but the woman at the desk asked if she could be of any help, so we showed her all the paperwork we had for the car, and asked if she knew if we needed anything else. Aside from the reciprocity fee, she said we were missing an international insurance for the vehicle – the one we had was for Chile only. It was actually really easy to purchase, and she was able to get one online for us for about 15,000 CLP – the printing of the paper actually took forever as her computer was old and she wasn’t able to open the pdf file. There was a very frustrating period of about 20 minutes where I watched her try to repeatedly open the file and fail, download the latest version of Adobe Reader and try to install it and fail, then try to open the file again, then try to install reader again…that took place about 4 times until eventually she got on the phone with the insurance company and they emailed her the insurance certificate in some other format that she was able to print for us. Then we paid online for the reciprocity fee (78 USD), printed the receipts and finally were on our way.

We headed back to Chacabuco park and after driving through the reserve on some of the roughest stretch of road we had seen so far, we eventually made it to the Paso Roballos border crossing. We first had to go through the Chilean Exit office. Pretty much in the middle of nowhere, the border office was small, and the border officer welcomed us in by shaking both our hands – quite a different experience from our usual US/Canada crossing. We gave him all our paperwork, including the car’s. After taking a look at it, he pulled out a form, and placed it on top of a piece of carbon paper, with another copy of the form below it (did I mention that this whole country felt like the 80’s?) Then he handed us the stack and asked us to fill out the information. The documents that we had been provided with by our car rental guy worked perfectly, especially the notarized authorization to take the car outside of the country.

After taking care of all the paperwork, we drove about 13km in dry and windy no-man’s land.



Then we arrived at the Argentinian border. We thought the office on the Chilean side was small, but that was before we saw this one.
We entered a small wooden building and then it wasn’t even the 80’s anymore, it was the 50’s. The friendly border officer was wearing a military green uniform made of thick canvas fabric. A wooden chest of drawers in the back corner was bursting with notebooks and forms. He sat behind a small wooden desk right in the middle of the room, pulled out a pen from a pencil case and a large notebook with lined pages from a drawer, and then proceeded to write down our name and passport numbers into his register. There were more carbon-papered forms to sign but the whole process took less than 5 minutes.
The officer asked if we were carrying any food and when we showed him the content of our food bag, he didn’t ask us to remove anything (we had a bit of cheese left, but no fruit or vegetable, mainly canned food). Seeing that we had some firewood in the trunk, he did give us a warning about making camp fires, and being very careful about preventing wild fires. In this dry and windy area of Patagonia, human-caused wild fires were one of the highest threats to the bio-diversity. With that he wished us a good trip and sent us on our way.

And then we were in Argentina.

From the border, the nearest towns were Lago Posadas, about 70km south or Bajo Caracoles, 100km East. Lago Posadas was a detour as we had to drive through Bajo Caracoles anyway to get to Ruta 40, the main North/South road in this part of Argentina (the Argentinian equivalent of the Carretera Austral). But it was getting a bit late so we decided to go to the closest one, even if it meant adding more distance to our trip the next day.

When planning for this trip, I had done some pretty extensive research about the Carretera Austral. I knew to expect the rough roads and the remoteness. Once we got there, we quickly realized that even if the towns were small, and nature was everywhere, there was always some trace of human presence, familiar and inviting…On the other hand, I had paid little to no attention to the Argentinian portion of our trip, other than noticing on the map that Ruta 40 was a long stretch of road that seemed to spread in the middle of nothing.


The first 20 km after the border felt like we were driving on Mars. After the greens and blues of Chile’s vegetation and lakes, we found ourselves in a dry and dusty canyon, landscapes in shades of red and brown as far as the eye could see. And isolation here was of a whole different scale. Along the 70km of road to Lago Posadas, we saw a total of three vehicles (2 cars and one guy on a motorbike). All of them actually stopped to ask where we were headed, making sure we knew where we were going and that we weren’t just lost in the desert. Although that environment felt all of a sudden much harsher and a lot less inviting, it was also a nice surprise to be experiencing remoteness at a whole new level…

30 min after the border we came to the first intersection in the road, facing an imposing mountain range in front of us. We turned right on route 39, heading to our destination for the night.

Planted in the middle of the windy desert and surrounded by low, brown mountains, the town of Lago Posadas felt like a little oasis. The road leading up to the arched entrance was lined with tall poplar-like trees, providing both a nice pop of green along with some wind protection. Once again, following the directions from iOverlander, we drove through the town and all the way to the lake, and found a spot to set up camp for the night.

Battered by the wind, the lake felt almost out of place, with its incredible shades of blue popping out amongst sand dunes and grey mountains. We set our tent behind the cover of the sand dune. No fire for us tonight in those conditions, which we were fine with. At this point, it was 10pm before the sun showed any intention of hiding below the horizon. This was probably the most remote camping we had ever done – in Patagonia or anywhere else.

Patagonia Road Trip Day 6: Leaving the Carretera and entering Valle Chacabuco

The wind blew really strong that night, and then from steady light rain, it started to pour buckets. It was still pouring when we got up the next morning, which meant that most likely no boats were going out to the marble caves today, which Ricardo confirmed at breakfast. So we decided to forgo the caves. Instead we stayed at the campsite a bit longer in the morning, chilling by the fireplace and enjoying the company of the other travelers. It was nice to take a moment to just pause and hang out, after being on a constant move for the last 5 days. We drove down the road a bit further past Nutria, taking in the wet and foggy nature, then headed back towards Puerto Rio Tranquilo. After getting some more food, we hit the road to continue our journey.

The plan was to drive to Parque Patagonia to camp, then do a hike in the morning before crossing the border to Argentina. The road to Parque Patagonia was every bit as scenic as the previous days. We made many stops on the way to admire the stunning views of Lago Bertrand and its teal blue water, and the confluence of Rio Baker, and took a small detour to check out the cool pasarela crossing over Rio Cochrane at the bottom of La Peninsula.

The car we rented (a Nissan Tilda), was the most affordable option available but definitely not the most ideal choice for the type of road we were on, and it took quite a beating on the dusty, pot-holed, corrugated Patagonia road. But in the end it took us from point A to point B without failing and we came to really like our slightly awkward and inadequate little ride….

The landscape started to change as we left the Carretera to turn off onto X-83 road, taking us into Valle Chacabuco. Changes in the vegetation became more apparent as well, lush greens and colorful flowers disappeared off the hillsides, now instead speckled by tall wild grass and short round bushes in shades of yellows and browns. In this incredibly vast, more arid landscape, we no longer had to stop for cows on the road, but instead we made the acquaintance of guanacos. With herds grazing all around. they seemed rather indifferent to cars driving up to them.


There was only one campsite in Valle Chacabuco, on the road before the Paso Roballos border crossing (supposedly there is another one that was built more recently, but we didn’t know where it was located). We reached it at around 7pm. The price for the night (10,000 CLP per person) almost had us turn around and look for another option, but there was nothing within less than an hour of driving, and wild camping in the park is strictly forbidden, so we decided to stay. The campground came with bathrooms and showers, which were advertised as hot but were most definitely not. Still, the setting was pretty scenic, and the campsites once again very well laid out. We found a spot furthest to the entrance with a large 3-wall hut sheltering a large table and shelves. We had no wind or rain that night and woke up the next day to guanacos grazing around in the field.

Our food spread for the night…

Patagonia Road Trip Day 5: Through the Cerro Castillo Range to Puerto Rio Tranquilo

The road from Camp Laguna Chinguay to Villa Cerro Castillo was incredibly scenic. We had left the cow pastures behind and were now crossing the much more mountainous terrain of the Cerro Castillo National Reserve. The town of Villa Cerro Castillo was on the other side of the park, at lower elevation, so coming down we got to fill our eyes with the view of the mountain range. 

As we were driving down the hairpin bent road, I got to see, to the west in the distance, the spires of the “Castillo” summit  which gives its name to the park (Castillo means Castle as the spires are somewhat reminiscent of a medieval castle).

The reserve offers spectacular hiking, especially if you are able to do the full trek, which is about 43km long. I was hoping to just do the day-hike to the Laguna (about 8 hours return), for a closer look at the spires. When we arrived at the visitor’s office in the small town however, they informed us that the weather was pretty bad up there, with snow and strong winds, and they advised against going up that day. As a side note, the guide book did not mention the day hike, I had only read about it on Rich and Ash’s blog. Everything else I read only mentioned the 4-day trek, but there is in fact a day hike. 

Given the weather conditions and the prospect of climbing for 4 hours in the rain and snow, with likely no reward at the end, we decided to pass, and explore the area around instead. We didn’t have to go very far to find some really awesome viewpoints of the mountain range, which made up for not being able to go see it up-close.

After Cerro Castillo, the road was no longer paved. We hit some really rough sections along the way but eventually, the views of Lago Carrera distracted us from all the shaking – and the many stops we took to admire its stunning blue color gave us some breaks from the rough driving.

We arrived in Puerto Rio Tranquilo around 6pm. This little town definitely had a tourist hub feel to it. The main attraction there are the Marble Caves. Accessible only by boat (or kayak), these limestone caves display surreal shapes and colors, due to thousands of years of erosion from the lake’s glacier water. When the sun hits just right, the walls of the cave reflect a hundred different hues of blue from the lake water.

Booking a boat trip to see the caves isn’t very difficult. A dozens companies on the main street offer to take you. There’s actually no need to book ahead of time, they just try to get 6-8 people to fill the boat and then head out. It’s usually best to go in the early morning, before the wind starts to pick up and the waters become too rough.
We inquired about doing the tour in the morning from one of the tour operators, and they said to just come back at 8am, and pending good enough weather they would take us out.

So we went on to look for a camping spot. We checked out the in-town places, but found that they were already crowded with other travelers and didn’t have much charm to them. So once again we turned to iOverlander to tell us where to go. About 15 km to the east was Nutria, a campground with really good reviews, so we decided to head out there.

The place was indeed perfect. Lost in the middle of nowhere, the campground was built around a little restaurant that offered warm beverages as well as sandwiches and breakfast.
On the left of the land were 4 or 5 sites, lined up side by side, each protected from the wind by a wooden wall and small overhang – it didn’t seem like much after the comfortable 4-wall shelters we had enjoyed the last few days but it still turned out to be remarkably effective against the strong wind and rain that hit us during the night. There were 4 or 5 individual bathrooms with toilet and hot shower (each campsite was assigned its own bathroom), and on the other side was the traditional quincho, with a big fireplace to warm it up.

We first had coffee in the small restaurant, and got to meet Ricardo, the son of the couple who ran the campground. Ricardo had lived in Patagonia his whole life and had traveled through it extensively. He was a tour guide, taking people for glacier hikes and had also been to Torres del Paine a number of times. He gave us some really good advice for trekking in Torres, and also a little bit of a local’s perspective on how the Carretera had helped develop the area and create a connection between all the rural communities that otherwise lived secluded from the rest of the world.

We also met a couple from Belgium, with two kids (a 5 and a 3 year old). The man, who was in his early fifties, seemed to be a bit overwhelmed with his children, still it was inspiring to know they had been on the road with them for two months already. There was also another couple who was just coming back from trekking Torres del Paine, a Chilean man and a Swiss woman. After a few days of being mostly just the two of us, it was nice to spend the evening talking to other travellers and sharing their experience of the road.

Patagonia Road Trip Day 4: Puerto Cisnes to Cerro Castillo

On day 4 we had planned on doing a bit more driving than the previous days. Luckily, the road was in much better condition than the last two days, pretty much paved all the way.

We drove through Villa Amengual, then had lunch by the river at Manihuales. With its precarious-looking one-story houses made of wood and metal sheets, the town was charming in the same rugged and “stuck-in-time” way than all the other ones we had driven through.

Since we had time, we decided to make a detour through Puerto Aysen, rather than drive straight to Coyhaique. Located on the Rio Aysen near the estuary, Puerto Aysen is a port town of much bigger scale than the towns we had driven through so far. We took a stroll down its shops and restaurants-lined main street (there were even a couple of traffic lights!) and walked over to the Ibanez Bridge, famous for being the longest suspended bridge in Chile.

It seems that Chilean like to color their bridges orange, in cities as well as in the middle of the countryside, making them stand out where everything else otherwise man-made tends to nicely fit it with the surrounding nature – it was later pointed out to me that the orange paint could have something to do with rust-prevention?

We weren’t that impressed with Ibanez – it probably felt too modern and character-less to us, as we were getting used the charm of the more rustic small towns we had driven through. We enjoyed much more the sight of this smaller bridge, encountered on the side of the road after leaving Puerto Aysen.

We kept on driving for most of the day, which we didn’t mind as the green and lush pastoral landscape around us, even seen from the car, was just incredibly beautiful.

We got stuck behind a herd of cows, wrangled by three gauchos on horses and their dogs. Once again it felt like we were transported back into a different era, where time didn’t pass at the same speed. And it was incredibly refreshing to be in a place where still, in this world overwhelmed with technology, the most important way of communication was the one we were on: the road. If it wasn’t for this rough stretch of gravel, connecting towns together, most people who live in the area would be more or less completely detached from the rest of the country. Regardless of the political and military motivations behind it, the construction of the road made it possible for these communities to be connected to each other – and easier for outsiders to come visit. Whether it is ultimately a good thing or a bad thing is probably a matter of perspective, but in the meantime it was an incredible place to just be.


We arrived in Coyhaique later in the afternoon and after spending the last few days pretty much on our own on the road, it took us a moment to adjust to our surroundings in this city of 60,000 people.

We proceeded to replenish our food supply at the Unimart, the local supermarket chain. What we failed to realize until we hit the lines at the cashier, was that it was 5:30pm on a Friday. I guess no matter where you go, it seems to be the universal grocery-shopping rush hour. It was a bit of a “reverse culture-shock”, but we made it out in one piece, thanks to Brice having recently brushed up on his crowds-avoiding skills in France. After this short encounter with civilization, we couldn’t wait to get out and find ourselves isolated again in the middle of nowhere.

We stopped at the first campsite just before the entrance of the Cerro Castillo National Park. Camp Laguna Chinguay was completely empty, which delighted us. Once again, being somewhat shoulder season, there were no rangers at the park, so we camped for free (which is allowed as long as you clean up after yourselves). There was a small hut for each camp, so to continue our “indoor” streak, and also because the wind was picking up, we pitched the tent inside the hut. There was no fire pit this time, but signs indicated that fires could be built in appropriate areas. There was a large patch of dry dirt in front of the hut, where people had clearly made fire before, so we built ours in the same spot.

Another appeal of this campground was the possibility of a hot shower…which you had to heat yourself though, using a wood-burning stove. There was a stack of wood next to it so while I was setting up camp, Brice started up the fire in the stove. We took a walk on the shore of the Laguna before the sun went down, then retreated to the camp as the night was starting to fall.

As we were a bit higher up in elevation, temperature went down noticeably in the night, so we sat close to the fire and made noodle soup. The hot shower was pretty awesome and as we went to sleep I tried to focus my mind on how we had found the perfectly isolated spot for the night – and not so much about how we were alone in the woods, with strong wind blowing outside and the high potential for creepy scary dreams…I was pretty glad I never watched the Blair Witch project 😛

Patagonia Road Trip Day 3: From la Junta to Puerto Cisnes

Our next planned stop on day 3 was a hike in the Queulat National Park, to go check out the Ventisquero Colgante, the “hanging glacier”.
But first we had to drive from La Junta to Puyuhuapi. That portion of road was pretty rough, and there was quite a bit of construction in progress especially on both sides of the town. We took a stroll through Puyuhuapi, to take in the atmosphere of this small port town.



Even on a gray rainy day, this little town felt warm and colorful, and an enjoyable break from driving. On the way out we picked up a couple of hitch-hikers who were also heading to the park, then carried on along the coastal road.


It was already 1:30pm when we arrived in Queulat National Park. We had a quick sandwich then headed up the look-out trail, a 3-hour return hike up to a high view point of the famous Hanging Glacier. The way up was not very steep, but it was raining quite a bit and we had to navigate mud and small streams. It felt very much like a rainy day on Vancouver’s North Shore – but with completely different vistas. We didn’t waste much time and got to the top in about an hour (turns out, we hike much faster when we are well fed).

Unfortunately, the clouds were low and the glacier was completely engulfed in them, so we couldn’t see much of anything. We made our way back down and 45 minutes later, we were back at the trail head.

There was another much shorter trail that lead to the shore of the lake which laid below the Glacier, so we walked there and arrived just as the clouds parted. The glacier was visible just long enough to snap a few photos, before the fog and clouds rolled in and it was gone again.

The park also featured a pretty cool suspension bridge, which we crossed to get to and from the trail head.

From the Queulat National Park, we drove to Puerto Cisnes, to spend the night. We looked up camping options in or around the town, and iOverlander pointed us to a beach area near the southern exit of the town.

Along the beach where several open quinchos, each with a large fire pit in the center, and enough room on either side to pitch our tent. A couple were already occupied by other campers, but a few remained free still. We didn’t have fire wood, so we drove back into town to find some. I walked into the first “mercado” we saw and asked if they knew where I could find wood (I didn’t know the correct word but later learned it was “leña”). Somehow they understood what I was looking for, and told me to go a couple of blocks away, to a house where a woman would sell us some. So we followed their directions and sure enough, ended up in front of a house that had bags and bags of firewood stacked up under a carport. We bought a bag for 5000CLP (about 7.5 USD) and drove back to the beach.

The tide was low and boats where washed up on the beach. I took a walk around for a cool view of the town in the fog across the bay.


Once we had the fire going and the tent set up out of the rain, it was pretty perfect. Later a group of locals came and set up in the next shelter over. They started blasting music and before I could even say anything, Brice was over there asking them to turn it down, which they did (no idea how he asked in Spanish, but whatever he said or gestured worked). Later a policeman came around and asked if we could write our passport numbers in his records. He also opened the building behind the beach so we could make use of the restrooms.
Later in the night, the wind started blowing really strongly, so we were glad our tent was under a shelter. It gave us a first glimpse at that infamous Patagonia wind I had read a lot about, the kind that will stop you in your tracks and sometimes even knock you over. For now, we had the comfort of the quincho, but who knows what the wind would be like later, once we were standing, shelter-less in Torres del Paine…

Patagonia Road Trip Day 2: Hiking Volcán Chaitén

It was pretty chilly still on day 2 of our Patagonia trip, and not being able to make coffee was a bit of a bummer. But we were hopeful we could buy propane once we reached Chaiten, so for the time being we forgot about coffee and headed out for a hike up the Volcano. The short 4,4km (round trip) hike lead us about 700m up to the crater of the volcano in about 1,5 hours. The trail was pretty steep, with a fair amount of stairs carved into the ground.

I won’t lie, it kicked our butt. Mainly because when thinking back to when we had our last full substantial meal, we came up with “3 days ago, on our last day in Dominical. Costa Rica!!!”. Since then we had mostly had snacks on the road and sandwiches, and had skipped a couple of dinners due to arriving late in places. So, even though we’re generally in pretty fit conditions, this one felt like we were trying to run up the Grouse Grind on an empty stomach.

The hike was beautiful. The view was mainly open all the way through, providing really nice vistas of the valley bellow and surrounding mountains. Eventually, we reached an even steeper ridge, and although the trail started to fade, the direction remained pretty clear: straight up. At that point it became more or less a scramble up to the crater. 

At the very top, we were able to walk alongside the ridge of the crater, with plunging views into the crater on the one side, and out into the valley on the other. The perfect reward after our (embarrassingly) difficult ascent – we still made is up before the three 20-something kids who started a bit before us, so not all pride was lost.

The other side of the crater continued to rise higher up and we could see skinny plumes of steam escaping from the surface of the cone.

Down below, the once molten lava had now solidified in an earthy, wavy surface.

The last time the volcano erupted was in 2008, after a dormant phase of about 9500 years. It was completely unexpected and although no life was lost, a thick layer of ashes spread for hundreds of kilometers around, and created significant damage especially in the nearby town of Chaiten. The results of the eruptions remain visible today, in the bare tree trunks and stumps covering the slope of the Volcano. I loved looking at all the different shapes those tree took along the trail, and entertained myself by giving them names.

The “Rino”: 

the “Gate”, marking the end of the climb:

and the “Three Sisters”, perched at the very top and overlooking the area.

 This one tree below was a pretty good testament to strength and determination, still stubbornly rooted at the base of the last uphill ridge despite the damages caused by the eruption, as if saying “I’m here, I’m still standing”.

We had snacks and took some photos then headed back down. It took us about 1h20min to climb, and roughly 45 minutes to come down.

Then we headed south to the town of Chaiten, about 35km away. The road was pretty good, mainly gravel while we were still in the park, but it turned into a newly paved section in the last 10km or so. In Chaiten, we walked into the first grocery store we could find, to buy more food as well as propane. Eager to break our streak of light-weight meals, and replenish our hiking fuel, we then looked for a place to eat, and settled on Flamengo, which served huge steak sandwiches.

The plan was to spend the night near La Junta, about 2 hours away. The road was really scenic, with constant rivers and streams flowing by the side of the road, and low mountains all around. We stopped here and there for photos but mainly drove through, taking in the scenery and scenes that felt of a different era. Cows on the road especially reminded me of my childhood, and the winding country roads we drove on to go to school, every so often getting stuck behind a herd of cows. This place felt like we were back in the 80’s, before the rise of technology and when things seemed just a bit simpler. 

We arrived in La Junta and drove around the town a bit, and again it add the feel of our grandparents hometowns some 30 years ago, although harsher, more rugged than our European country towns – less stone houses, and more wood and metal.


The guide book mentioned a campground about 17km west of town, which was built around a hot spring. It was overcast and the rain had been chasing us all afternoon, so the idea of a hot soak sounded pretty perfect. We drove down a gravel road for a bit, then turned onto another even rougher dirt road. Eventually we came across a pick-up truck going the opposite way. Turns out it was the owner of the campground who was leaving for the day as he had, until then, seen no costumers. He backed up a couple hundred meters to the campground gate and let us in.

The site was built around a large open grassy area. To the right was a fairly large hut (described as a “Quincho” in spanish), with a few tables, and more importantly, a wood-burning stove. Since we were the only ones there, Claudio said that instead of pitching our tent outside in the rain, we could sleep inside. He even suggested we set up the tent by the stove, in order to trap the heat.

On the other side of the grassy field were a couple of buildings with toilets and cold showers, an a few more meters past them, an opening in the bushes led to the hot spring. The pool on the left was filled with really hot steamy water coming from the ground and naturally heated to about 80 degrees. The one on the right was cold stream water. A hose between the two brought cold water into the hot pool to cool it down to a more comfortable temperature of about 45 degrees. Lush trees and bushes all around made for a nice private setting. It was pretty perfect. It cost us 10,000 pesos per person (about 20CAD each), so a bit of a splurge compared to other campgrounds, but ultimately for a private hot spring with a private fireplace and hut, it was totally worth it. We set up our tent inside, got the fire going and then enjoyed a nice hot soak.

Later, Claudio’s dad arrived with a friend. We shared the hut for dinner and then they went back to his truck to spend the night. They were pretty amused when they saw our tent in the middle of the quincho. It poured all night so we were pretty happy with our setup.

The next morning after breakfast, we took another dip in the hot springs before heading out.

Click through the gallery below for more photos of the road

Patagonia Road Trip Day 1: Santiago to Parque Pumalin

Every few years, Brice and I take a big trip to a place we’ve never been. The latest dated back to 2014, when we had gone to New Zealand and Australia for 5 weeks.
So in 2016, we decided it was time for another epic trip. The project I was working on was finishing in November, so we figured December would be the perfect month to go away. When thinking about destinations, Brice suggested Patagonia almost right away, and I thought it was a great idea.
Our month away actually started with a week in Costa Rica, for a Run Like a Girl retreat – but more on that later.

Arriving in a foreign country, where you barely speak the language, the first challenge is always to figure out how to get from the airport to our accommodation. We would normally look for bus or shuttle options, but when we landed in Santiago, Chile at midnight on December 12th, we decided to go for a taxi instead.
The “official” airport taxis where asking USD30 to take us to our AirBnB downtown address. Brice decided to try negociating with some of the “less official” cabbies that were hanging around the airport, offering their services. One guy agreed to take us to our destination for $20 so we followed him up the stairs to another floor of the airport, and outside – apparently the reason they agree to cheaper rates is that they are not paying the parking fee for the main exit of the airport, where the official cabs are…hence why he took us to a different floor. Anyways, nowadays with smart phones and navigation apps, it’s pretty easy to follow your route and make sure the driver isn’t taking you some weird roundabout way to charge you more. And 15 minutes later we were standing outside a 30-story building in a little side street of Santiago.

Our host Claudio had graciously waited for us to arrive, even though it was close to 1am. After showing us our room in his small but comfortable 2-bedroom apartment, he offered us a cup of tea before wishing us good night.

Santiago was only a short stop in our Chilean trip. The next day we had booked a bus ticket at 7pm, to travel overnight some 1000km south to Puerto Montt, where we would begin our Patagonia road trip. Claudio was very accommodating and we were able to leave our bags in the apartment until we had to leave for the bus station, which meant we didn’t have to lug our packs around all day in Santiago.

With a population of 5.1 million people, Santiago was the biggest city we had been in in quite a while. Indeed, it definitely felt like a “big city”, without feeling crowded as we were there on a Monday, during most people’s working hours. We had breakfast in a very “Parisian” feeling café on a busy pedestrian street, then wandered around the city for a while. The city had a very European feel, with buildings much older than what we’ve now gotten used to in Vancouver.

Before we got on the bus that day, we had to buy groceries as well as get some Chilean currencies. I wanted to make sure we would have food for the bus trip and the next few couple of days. We had booked a ferry crossing just south of Puerto Montt and based on traveling times, we didn’t have a huge amount of time between getting the rental car and arriving at the ferry terminal. So I didn’t want to have to worry about food at that point. Plus, we figured being the capital, Santiago would be the best place to get a variety of ingredients for camping meals. Same with Chilean currency, as I’d read that not a lot of places along the Carretera Austral had credit card machines. In both cases it just made sense to get those things sorted while we had the time for it in Santiago.

After accomplishing these two tasks, we headed back to the apartment for a late lunch and to chill a bit before our bus trip. This time, rather than get a taxi, I looked up transportation options and saw that we were only a few subway stops away from the bus station, so we took a subway ride.

We had booked our bus trip with TurBus (other companies offer the same trip, but they had the most convenient starting time option for us). With buses being the main mean of long distance transportation in Chile, they’ve really developed a convenient network and comfortable fleet. The buses offer three options (although not all available on the same vehicle). Salon, Semi Cama or Cama. The first one being a regular bus seat, and the last one a complete reclining bed option. We went for the middle one, Semi Cama, which was a seat reclining to about 150 degrees, so fairly comfortable to sleep in. Blankets and pillows were provided and there was an on-board bathroom as well.

The journey lasted about 14 hours, and with the aid of earplugs and a night mask, we slept relatively comfortably through most of it. The next morning, we arrived in Puerto Montt at 9am, ready to start the road trip portion of our Patagonia adventure.

We had arranged to rent a car from Puerto Montt to Puerto Natales, where we would drop it off before starting our 6-day hiking track through Torres del Paine. Finding a car to rent one way for a 2500 km road trip turned out be a bit tricky, but we eventually managed to find one at a somewhat reasonable price. I’m planning on writing a post describing a bit more of the logistics behind planning this trip, and I’ll be sure to include details about the car rental aspect. But for now, to make a long story short(er), I’ll skip the episode about how a brand new Nissan Tilda came to be ours for 12 days. 

The only way to drive south on the Carreterra Austral from Puerto Montt is to cross a succession of fjords. It involves 3 consecutive ferry rides, but only the longest one in Hornopriren (3.5 hours) can be booked online. During my pretty extensive research for this trip, I had read about those ferry crossing on the northern part of the Carretera, and how busy they can get, creating a bottle-neck even for locals needing to go back and forth. I had even read about people having to wait a day or two because of the number of vehicles trying to cross. So to cover our back, I had actually booked 2 crossings. Since we would be arriving in Puerto Montt on the morning on December 13th, I had booked the 3pm crossing that day, as well as the 10:30am on the following day. We were arriving all the way from Santiago after all, and the the ferry was about 2,5 hour drive from Puerto Montt.  That way, if for whatever reason we didn’t make it on time on the 13th, we had a guaranteed spot (as much as things can be guaranteed in Chile) for the following day. It might seem a bit over-kill, but the short-ish time we had for this road trip meant I really didn’t want to waste time stuck between two ferries, and having to make up that time by driving longer days later.

We got the car a couple hours later than planned, so it was getting close to 12pm by the time we left Puerto Montt. The ferry reservation mentioned you had to be at the loading area 2 hours prior, which seemed a bit strange if you have a reservation. We definitely weren’t going to make it by 1pm, but we could still try to be there before 3pm so on we went. I should also mention that there was another short ferry crossing between this one on the one we’d booked. That one didn’t require reservation and was running every 45 minutes.

 The road between Puerto Montt and Hornopiren was really scenic, most of it right on the ocean, with lots colorful fishing boats punctuating the beaches.


The first, very short, ferry crossing was between La Arena and Puelche. We arrived just after 12:30 and got on the 1pm ferry. After the 1/2 hour crossing, we continued driving towards Hornopiren. Somehow – thanks to Brice’s swift driving – we made it to the loading dock at 2:40pm, with 20 minutes to spare… There were 3 other cars waiting to get on… so not quite the line-up I was worried about. As we realized later, December is still somewhat shoulder season,  which played in our favor in a lot of occasions throughout the trip, including this one.

I walked into the small office and handed them the reservation confirmation paper, in exchange for our boarding tickets. And a couple of minutes later, we were on board, ready for a 3.5 hour traverse of the fjord.

We were pretty pleased with ourselves, having made it there on time. And if this first half-day in southern Chile had taught us anything, it was to not approach things here with our very Western-country habits of what services are usually like in North America. Down there, things went at a different pace, and within a much looser structure…

The ferry wasn’t very big, but the inside was pretty cozy: a large room filled with booths to relax in, and a small bar offering coffees and snacks. The landscapes we enjoyed while sailing across the fjord reminded us very much of ferry crossing in British Columbia, calm waters surrounded by blue hills, faded in the atmosphere.

Before leaving Vancouver, I had really only planned the road trip as far as this particular ferry ride, but now that we were on it, I couldn’t help but take a closer look at the map. I had made a short list of places that were on the way, based on different blogs I’d read. We weren’t necessarily married to any of these suggestions, but they were a good place to start.

So, looking at both my list of “points of interest”, along with the very handy guidebook “Carreterra Austral, A Guide to one of the World’s most Scenic Road Trip”, I put some rough pins on the map of where we should try to be every night, in order to keep the driving to a manageable amount every day while still having some time to do some exploring. 

After this long crossing, we had to drive about 15 minutes on a single track dirt road, lined by tall trees, to the third and final ferry. That one didn’t require booking either as it was technically considered part of the Hornopiren crossing. We had met a few hitch-hikers from Israel on the first boat and since they didn’t have any other way to get to the second part of the crossing, they hopped in the car with us. The final crossing was only about 45 minutes.

On the other side, we landed at the entrance of the Pumalín National Park. There were 6 campgrounds dispersed in the park, within the next 25 km (between the ferry terminal and the nearest town of Chaiten). We drove to the very last one, El Volcano, and that’s where we spent our first night on the Carretera.

Two kilometers down a narrow gravel road in the middle of the dense forest, a vast clearing offered a good amount of camping spots, nicely spread out from each other. From the main ranger building, there was a one-way road with a little driveway branching out to each campsite.

Each camping spot came with a small open hut sheltering a picnic table, a (cold) water tap as well as a patch of cushy grass to set up the tent. And thus we got our first experience of how well thought out campsites are in Chile.

The whole area was on pretty flat grounds with tree patches, which meant a pretty spectacular 360 view of mountains on one side, glaciers on the other, and of course, the volcano, with its steaming cone clearly visible in the distance. Pretty cool!

As we walked around we also noticed a long patch of really nicely maintained grass. Turns out it was a landing runway for small planes.


The campground office was actually closed (the official tourist season didn’t start until January), which meant that there were no rangers on site and we couldn’t buy anything from the small store, but we were still allowed to camp for free. (as an off duty ranger confirmed the next day)
We were pretty glad we’d had the foresight to buy a bit of food in Santiago, as we had no time to stop between Puerto Montt and the ferries, and there was no place to buy any food in the park, with all the stores being closed. The only thing we didn’t have was a bottle of propane for our  tiny camping stove, but we managed to make a meal out of left over lunch ham, avocado and bread.

We slept under a clear sky and bright full moon, which made me think for a moment that the sun hadn’t set at all (it of course did, shortly after 10pm, a nice change from the 4:30pm sunsets we had experienced at Chakra Lodge in Costa Rica.)
The night was pretty cold, a good chance to put our home-made sleeping quilt to the test – and a successful one it was.