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Hey everyone. Well, it`s been a whie since I last wrote
and that`s not because nothing spectacular hasn`t happened, just
that after the extreme adrenaline rush of everything I did and saw
after the last few weeks, it almost seemed like nothing could
compare...so I`m not going to. I made it to Pucòn, an
adventurists playground in the lake district of Chile, just north of
where I had been after I got off the boat. I had been tailed
all the way by the Aussie guy who I had met in Ushuaia. I got
on with him at first and we had a great time but it soon appeared he
had a bit of a crush and began following me all over the place, even
to the point of missing out on some incredible sights in Puerto
Varas because instead of getting a later bus he decided to come with
me first thing in the morning after the night he arrived.
Crazy and slightly annoying. Anyway, Pucon was a lovely little
town, although another one of those places that just seems to exist
for tourism. It`s main highlight being the Volcan Villarrica
which at nearly 3000metres high is a smoking marvel. It`s lava
bubbling away ominously inside creates a highly strung kind of
atmosphere in the town below, like a bubbling of excitement, anxiety
and a touch of fear. The Volcano, a monsterous monolyth when it is
visible, towering menacingly over the town below last explode in the
70's and the hundreds of tour outfitters run excursions up to the
lip where you can actually walk into the crater and see the lava and
the ash. Afterwards...this is the fun bit, you slide all the
way down the volcano on your bum! how cool? Well, as luck
would have it (or not) my time in Pucon was clouded by both the
pervy little aussie and the thick low clouds which had never
bothered me before, but then they had never hindered me doing
anything. Noone was taking tours out because you just couldnt
see anything and so while I was waiting I hired a bike and
toured a few of the waterfalls in the area. the best one i came
across was called the Ojos de Caburga, (the eyes of Caburga, a lake
further up the road) which streamed from the depths of a damp deep
forest into the bluest lagoon I have ever seen. The colour was
totally different to the rock flour turquoise of the glacial lakes,
this was more of a royal crystal clear blue. I was alone here
which made it even more special and I rested my aching legs sitting
for a while by the lagoon. There really isnt much more to say
about Pucon as I couldnt see anything, the only thing that I was
really gutted about was that I was going to wait for the Canadians
to arrive but decided to get out back to BsAs to clear my stuff out
of there and be done with it. Anyway, they arrived a few days
after I left and as one would expect...had perfect weather!
The pervy little aussie and I sorted out our differences and left on
good terms which made me feel a little better. Anyway, my trip
from Pucon over to BsAs was beautiful. we went through the
Lanin national park where the huge volcano Lanin which sits smack
bang on the border of Argentina and Chile, was visible to me briefly
through a clearing in the clouds. AS we approached the border
the bus chugged through a deep ravine lined on either side with a
mixture of colours, the deciduous and evergreen trees intermingling
and interspersed with bright spots of colour, lingering from the
fushia and other flowers that were beginning to wither in the
incresing cold air. Huge peaks raised up from the high granite
walls, almost like the Torres del Paine but on a smaller
scale. I was excitedly snapping my camera out of the window
and everyone one the bus was laughing and the silly english girl
with her elflike gorro! One guy took me under his wing and
everytime the bus stopped he`d take me to places where I could take
a `muy linda` photo (really pretty!) After the Chilean border
control we went through an entire national park, a good half an
bours drive before we reached the Argentine control. Meantime
we passed monkey puzzle trees. But these were bigger than anyothers
I had seen before and almost resembled big umbrella spokes.
the moss and lichen veiling their trunks was a good reflection of
the quality of the air and I breathed it in savouring it knowing I
would relish it once I got back to BsAs. Well, not too much to
say about BsAs other than it was exactly the same as every other
time I was there. Chief`s Dad had installed a new set of gnashers
which made him look 20 years younger but I was glad to be leaving
and back on the road after 5 days there. From there I went to
Cordoba, Argentina`s second city, to visit Chris, one of the Kiwi
guys I went white water rafting with in Bariloche. Well, this
city is really nice. No tourists, except the argentine ones and a
huge student population. Cordoba is home to one of the oldest
(ifnot The oldest) university in south america and the atmosphere of
the town is reflected greatly as such. There are huge
beautiful cathedrals and grand old gorgeously designed churches that
make you dizzy with their height and grandeur. Then there are
the parks, huge parks with students hanging out playing football,
lounging languidly drinking mate and talking and laughing.
Feet dipped into rivers and lakes and children in trees. It makes
you smile just to be near. The nightlife is incredible too,
the Zona Roja is a strip somewhat akin to the strip of clubs in
Tenerife but without the tackiness, the tarted up reps and the
drunken english men slumped in the gutter! We went to a gay
club last night and I felt like I was right back in Brighton!
Chris is studying english here and is staying with a few really cool
argentine guys. Total immersion and it amde me want to better myself
and stick around and learn a little so that when I get to Bolivia
and see the things I realy want to see I can communicate and really
integrate myself. something to think about anyway ok, take
care all, love and miss you all and of course am thinking about you
all the time Smiles and stuff Emma
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