After a day of rest in Villa O´Higgins,
we finally started to cycle north along the Carretera Austral, the
supply street of the Chilean part of northern Patagonia, which mostly
is in a worse condition than most farm tracks in Switzerland... So
the wind we had in southern Patagonia was now replaced by bad and
hilly roads, but honestly, absolutely ANYTHING is better than the
winds we had experienced in the south!! The first two days the ripio
was still in a pretty good condition and the road led us along lots
of rivers and lakes (but instead of following the river the road
always climbed up every hill, just to then lead back down to the
water...) with great views onto lots of waterfalls, glaciers and
snowed mountains towards the Pacific ocean. It didn´t take long for
us to fall in love with the landscape, especially as we had it almost
for ourselves, there were hardly a handfull cars passing us every
day. The first night after leaving Villa O´Higgins we stayed at a
refugio (a little house in the nowhere originally built for the local
gauchos if they had to pass a night in the wilderness) that was even
equipped with an oven together with Beat and Luzia, two Swiss cyclist
we already met in Villa O´Higgins.
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That´s what we found outside the Refugio between Villa O´Higgins and Río Bravo :-)
The next day a pick-up with two kayaks
passed us and I got extremely jealous, at it would have been much
easier to float down the river (ok, there might have been some parts
that I wouldn´t have paddled either...) than to cycle the hilly
road... But after beeing attacked by an agressive dog (he bit into
both Stefan´s and my bike bags!) we reached the ferry slot at Río
Bravo
and crossed over to Puerto Yungay, where an extremely friendly
military officer offered us water and a warm shower in his house
before we went back to the waiting house of the ferry, where we
passed the night. After a good nights sleep we started cycling with
gorgeous weather and still pretty good ripio, which definitely helped
us getting over the next few hills (it felt like a thousand hills)
where the uphill part was often short but so steep that Beat, Luzia,
and me pushed our bikes up, while Stefan always managed to cycle
up...
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