Dec. 21-24 San Martin to
Pucon
A leisurely breakfast of coffee, yogurt, cereal and
croissants in our little hotel is enjoyed sitting in a turret style booth. The
waitress is familiar with our coffee habit and every time she serves another
table she stops at ours to top up our cups. This is not like a coffee shop at
home, they are accustomed to only one maybe two cups of coffee per person at
breakfast. The usual practice for us at home has evolved into at least three
cups during our morning meeting and breakfast. Maybe we are addicts now,
definitely not connoisseurs as we enjoy instant almost as much as fresh brewed.
In any event it is a travel day and we pack the bikes and hit the road. We plan
on taking a dirt road over the pass to Chile, so it will be a slower route than
the pavement but likely more scenic and less line-ups at the border. As we
leave town the route takes us past a very large army base then up into the back
country towards the border. Matias had mentioned that the border control was a
long way before the actual border and consisted of nothing more than a small
shack. We passed by what looked like a police checkpoint but as it was Sunday
there was nobody manning the post that we could see so we just carried on
hoping that another control station was farther ahead.
After a bit of beautiful
scenery we arrived at the actual border control station, the officer was very
friendly when he told us that we were not allowed to proceed. “Por que?” I ask.
To which he responds that the road is not open yet, as it is only a summer
road, tomorrow it will be open and you can pass then. We thank him and turn
around and make our way to the next crossing to the north which is the paved
crossing. While riding I had time to think of what he said and it made sense,
sort of. Today, Sunday Dec. 21st, is the first official day of
summer as it is the solstice, tomorrow is the first business day of summer and
thus the road will be open as it will officially be summer.
In any event, we
make our way on the alternate gravel route back to the highway and into Chile
at the Tromen crossing. The scenery is once again beyond words, and we just
enjoy the ride and try not to get distracted long enough to ride off the road.
Our destination of Pucon is on the East end of Lake
Villarrica, and is very much developed for tourism.
There are numerous hot springs in the area due to all the
volcanoes in the area, these vary in size and style from all natural pools to
the more developed “swimming pool” style like at Radium or Banff. Allong with
all these mountains there is of course all kinds of hiking, mountain lakes for
swimming and boating, mountain biking, and skiing in the winter.
We decide that if we are going to partake in a hot spring it
is going to be as natural as possible and hopefully we can pick one that is not
very busy at the same time. We do some calculating and determine that the one farthest from town and
on the worst road should be the least busy if not the most natural. We pack up
and head out to find Termas San Sebastian, 85 km from town, 55km of gravel road
from any direction. We were pleased to find very little traffic and lots of
fantastic mountain and valley vistas along the way to our almost deserted hot
springs. Upon arrival Brenda mentioned that her bike felt a little wobbly in
the last couple of miles and further investigation revealed a punctured rear
tire.
Fix now or later...Later. I was anxious to get into the hot
springs and relax. There were different types of tubs to enjoy. Some were made
of concrete and rock, others were made out of wood. One large piece of wood
actually. Two tubs were made from very large hollowed out tree, the hot water
is plumbed into the side and a drain hole near the top allows for the water to
escape into the river in a controlled fashion. There is also a cold water
spigot to help control the temperature in the tub. This was awesome, and soon
enough we had steam rolling off the top of the water. The river water was not
so warm, it was very cold actually, especially in comparison to the hot tub,
jumping back and forth was exhilarating.
I figured it would take about an hour to fix the flat tire,
so by 4pm it was time to put on my mechanics apron and get to work. By 5 pm the
repaired tire was back on we were ready to hit the dusty trail back to Pucon.
Seems like a waste really, get all relaxed in the tub then pound ourselves on
the gravel road back to town. It really didn’t matter, by the time we got to
town, hung up our wet cloths and ate supper, it was all we could do to stay
awake.
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Ahh, another crisp morning which quickly warms to 20C as the
sun hit the valley floor. Today we decide we should go see what the beaches are
like. The main beaches out of town are Bahia Negra and Bahia Blanca. The names
are self explanatory once we see the color of the sand, Negra has black coarse
volcanic sand and Blanca has typical fine white sand. It is puzzling because
the beaches are only about 2km apart if you follow the shoreline. Being early
in the season the beaches are not very busy yet but the lake is warm and has
all sorts of water sport equipment for rent all they need is the heat of summer
and a few thousand people.
The area is also home to the oldest active volcano in Chile,
Volcano Villarrica, as well as a few others that are now dormant. This is a major
tourist attraction as it is possible to hike up to the crater and look inside
at the red hot magma. Dr. Evil would be impressed. From there the hikers can
slide down on crazy carpets, at least to the snow line, from there it is more
hiking back to the base of the volcano which is where the ski hill is located.
In winter the ski hill operates on the volcano and surrounding valley.
We have seen into a volcano crater before, it smells like
sulphur, it tastes like sulphur, makes your eyes water like sulphur is being sprayed directly
into them, I could go on. We decided that it was not worth the 6hr hike and
opted for the 30 minute motorcycle ride to the ski hill and a couple of photos
of the surround valley. Quite spectacular and no sulphur.
Dec.24 Pucon to Curacautin
We had full intentions of riding to Melipueco today but once
we circled the lake, found some nice gravel roads through the valley up to
Cunco and then down the highway to Meli it was still only 12pm. Hmmm, kind of
early to stop for the day so we decided to push on to Curacautin which is on
the north side of Conguillo National Park.
The park is home to Volcano Llaima, and another huge lava
flow. Like many other volcanoes in the area Llaima is home to a ski resort in
the winter and hiking in the summer. What is more unique is that people are
allowed to drive onto the volcano, as far as your vehicle will take you. The
bikes are great for this and we soon find ourselves about 4km into the lava
field and a good ways up the volcano. It was starting to get softer and deeper
so we decided that we had ventured far enough and turned back after a couple of
photos.
The rest of the park was just as amazing, driving through
huge trees past crystal clear lakes never really gets old. We see hikers and
cyclists along the way and as always have sympathy for cyclists as it would be
very hard work to pedal in the soft sand that covers the washboard below. Just
as golf is often a great way to ruin a nice walk, cycling is a sure way to ruin
a nice hike as having to push a loaded mountain bike most of the way takes the
enjoyment out of the walk. But I digress.
Curacautin, although a small town of ten thousand, is
bustling with last minute Christmas shopping. We check into a very nice Hostal
and the host informs us that if we want to get groceries we better hurry
because the stores close randomly on Christmas Eve. We quickly change and head
out into the holiday festivities of last minute shopping; at least we only need
groceries. We have found that the larger chain supermarket has the whole
roasted chickens like we have at home, these make it very easy to prepare a
meal at the hostal. We add some pasta and fresh veggies to the basket and we
are set for a couple of meals. For those who are curious, the groceries here
are about the same cost as at home with the exception that the farmer markets
are cheaper than the supermarkets not more expensive like at home. Wine and
alcohol is inexpensive, a 26oz bottle of brand name rum or vodka is $6CAD. Beer
is also cheap I have been drinking wine in order to avoid the hassle of
returning the bottle. This is not me being cheap, the system here is that you
need the receipt from purchase to get the refund (300pesos on a 1 liter
bottle). Without the receipt then the bottles just get discarded or stockpiled
in the corner, it seems that they would rather create litter than return them
for no refund. This makes no sense in an otherwise environmentally conscious
country.
Christmas eve supper of roast chicken and pasta prima vera
is delicious.