Tierra del Fuego - Ushuaia

Sometimes this road is windy

We left Punta Arenas in gorgeous sunshine and had a relatively smooth ferry crossing over to Porvenir wondering where the famous Tierra del Fuegan wind could be. If anything we felt a bit cheated as we headed due east out of Porvenir, into the emptiness, we had read about 80km/hr Westerlies on very flat ripio terrain and had hoped to do some record breaking (or personal bests anyway), but the wind speed couldn't have been more than 20km/hr.

I've never worked out how other cyclists work out wind speeds, but I use a number of highly scientific techniques, all based around trying to cycle at the same speed as it. My favourite is the Flyaway Hair measure, where if you have an irritating wisp of hair in your face then the wind is faster than you are. Pob and I basically guess wind speed by checking the speedo when it feels completely still.

There's not much to see in this part of Tierra del Fuego

The wind picked up a little the following day but only to about 30km/hr. As there is't much else to do in this part of the world we set about record breaking on the way to San Sebastian. We managed our furthest ripio journey (63 miles), and furthest total mileage (64 miles) and longest time on the bikes (6 1/2 hours, plus two very long queues at Argentinian and Chilean immigration, not on the bikes).

The following day the wind was stronger (approx 40km/hr) and the landscape still wasn't terribly interesting, save for the huge expanse of it all, so we went for some other records on the smooth Argentinian tarmacked road on the way to Rio Grande. Our average speed over the 50 mile journey was 14.4mph. Pob was hoping to break his speed record but unfortunately there weren't any steep enough hills...

The weather and scenery significantly improved for our last 100km into Ushuaia and it was wonderful to have some gorgeous views for our final cycle of the trip. We also bumped into an English couple on bikes going the other way who it turned out were Andy, from Thorn, and his wife!  Andy designed our bikes and gave us some advice back in June when we visited the Thorn shop in Bridgewater so it seemed a fitting end to the trip to bump into him near Ushuaia.

So, we've arrived, and it feels great, but strange not to be thinking about the next day's road surface and wind and food and camping conditions; the only remaining challenge is to find some boxes big enough to take our bikes on the plane to Buenos Aires, and from there back home.

Almost there now

We've just hopped on to a ferry from Punta Arenas, on the southern tip of mainland Chile, to Porvenir, in Tierra del Fuego. This is the start of the final leg of 500km through Tierra del Fuego to Ushuaia. We're slightly apprehensive about it having heard some of the horror stories from other cyclists of the winds, road conditions, and lack of any civilisation for at least the first 150km, but as we're going south we *should* at least have the benefit of the wind most of the way.

Pushing to Fitzroy

We arrived in Villa O'Higgins, the end of the Carretera Austral, in the pouring rain to find that the boat we'd been planning to get was full. Still, we appreciated the extra rest day and it was probably required to prepare for the infamous (within cycle touring circles at least!) crossing over the boarder to El Chalten. This involved 2 boat trips (the first via the magnificent O'Higgins Glacier) and a 22km bike/hike of which about 7km were mostly pushing through muddy singletrack, over streams and fallen trees. Fun, but quite tiring! We opted to get a horse to take our panniers which made it all more manageable. The crossing acts as a bit of a bottleneck for cycle tourists as the boats aren't frequent, or reliable. As it turned out there must have been about 20 cyclists on the final boat across Lago Desierto. It was great to bump into people who'd met people we'd met, and to exchange stories of travels so far. That night we wild camped in a forest with about 10 other bikers.

Wild camping in the woods

Marion with our canine companion
on the way to Torres del Paine

From El Chalten we turned into normal tourists for a couple of days. Time is running out and we've had to take a couple of buses to make sure we get to Ushuaia for our flight! We bussed to Cerro Castillo on the Chile/Argentine border near Torres del Paine (via El Calafate for a day trip to the Perito Moreno glacier). Torres del Paine is most famous for it's hiking trails around the Paine massif, but due to a lack of any suitable hiking equipment, and time, we'd decided we would cycle through the park to Puerto Natales. It was a wonderful few day's riding, though I think we both enjoyed the days to and from the park more than days in the park! Having spent most of the last month in an area of Chile pretty much untouched by tourists, it was a bit unsettling to suddenly be surrounded by gap-year kids and English speaking people everywhere. The ride into the park was especially wonderful as we were joined by a Swiss couple, and an incredibly energetic dog who ran alongside us for 50km!

Another bus took us here to Punta Arenas, but that will (baring any unforseen problems!) be the last. Tomorrow we head out into the barren plains of Tierra del Fuego for the last week's cycling of the trip. sob.

The boat to Porvenir

Puerto Bertrand to Villa O'Higgins

We had a tough journey into Cochrane (pronounced Cock-rainy), after lunch in pretty Puerto Bertrand, as the road rollercoastered sharply up then sharply down again with pretty loose terrain forcing us off our bikes for short pushes on a handful of occasions. Despite this we made good time but unfortunately it took it's toll on Pob's old knee injury so we decided to take a rest day. On our day off at Cochrane's Internet cafe (no wifi in town) we met a bunch of cyclists and worked out that there must be at least a dozen cycle tourers in town that day. We picked the brains of those travelling north about different route options to Ushuaia, and made arrangements to travel south the following day with Henry, a Londoner originally from Slovenia. The town itself is fairly small and nondescript, but it's population of around 3000 people makes it the southern hub of the Carretera Austral. The main highlight for us was the best ever Lomo a lo Pobre (which translates as either Poor man's steak or Pob's fave chilean steak dish) of large steak with 2 fried eggs, chips and fried onions at Ada's restaurant, just Northwest of the main plaza, if you're ever in the area...

The following day we set off with Henry, and also Jens, a German staying at Henry's hostel. They were heading down the Carratera to Puerto Yunguay, while we planned to detour off to Caleta Tortel. Also we planned to do it in 3x40km days, whilst they wanted to get to Yunguay (a similar total distance) in 2 days. So when we found nice wild camp spot mid-afternoon, they went on to make the most of the tailwind. It soon started raining so we were glad to have stopped, and cooked in the tent vestibule.

The rainfall only briefly paused between about 9.30 and 11am the following morning, so the next day's cycling was tough. As Pob's knee still wasn't in top form, my bike now carries the tent, which was extra heavy from all the rain. We met 3 pairs of cyclists heading north and each time we quizzed them, in the increaingly heavy rain, about how far it was to the junction off to Tortel - they had all come direct from Puerto Yunguay that day. By this time, completely soaked through - including supposedly waterproof gloves and jackets, both Pob and I were dreaming of a warm hostel bed in Tortel, drying off our cycling clothes, tent and most of all, our sopping shoes. So we decided to go for PB of ripio distance. What should have been a very pretty ride was somewhat marred by some serious rain in the late afternoon, and the countless waterfalls lost their appeal, but ~48miles later, we made it.

The road to Tortel was built in 2003, previously only accessible by boat. As I hope the pictures show, there are no roads, just boardwalks like jetties from the sea that they built too far inland. With steep hillside it also has a lot of steps, making it less bike-friendly, but we found our warm hostel at the top just 9 steps up from the carpark at the entrance. We felt we deserved another rest day so had plenty time to explore, despite several more downpours. We also decided to skip the long steep hill from the Tortel turnoff to Puerto Yungay, and luckily there is a bus on Thursday - not just the Sunday bus mentioned in the guidebook. This was a big decision as we haven't taken the bikes on a bus since our pampas-avoidance between Tununyan and Villa Pehuenia in the northern lakes.

Official Refugio at Rio Bravo

From Puerto Yungay we boarded the free 45min ferry to Rio Bravo. This crossing is part of the Carratera Austral, but as the amount of traffic is fairly small, it is apparently cheaper for the government to operate the ferry, in a very nice boat, 3 times a day in summer, than it would be to bridge the crossing. We arrived at Rio Bravo at 6.45pm and it was still pouring with rain, but to our delight, there is a shiny new Refugio so we had a free roof over our head for the night, along with Marten and Ari, 2 Dutch cyclists also heading south.

Unofficial Refugio 25km from Villa O'Higgins

This morning we had plans to split the final 100km stretch to Villa O'Higgins into 2 days. We started relatively early for us (9.30) and were quickly outclassed by Marten and Ari who zoomed off ahead. The weather was much improved and several times today I had a shadow, but we had a lot of gentle rain. We also had a very welcome tail wind. At 2.30 we'd already covered about 50km so we considered beating our recent ripio PB and making a push for the Saturday ferry at O'Higgins (previously we'd planned for the Monday boat). The tailwind stayed with us but the rain picked up again. We met Swinde, a German cyclist heading south, at kilometre 75 who helpfully informed us that the Saturday boat had been delayed due to bad weather, and that hostels in O'Higgins are quite pricey. So, I am typing this to you from a half built, but dry, hut at km 75 and the last 25km of the Carratera Austral will have to wait until tomorrow.

The road along the lake

This area of Chile is just incredible. Every day we seem to see more amazing mountains, glaciers, lakes, cliffs, rivers and waterfalls than I've ever seen in one country. The other day we were looking at a pretty anonymous cliff and saying how, if it were transported to the UK, it alone would attract more tourists than Cheddar Gorge. It's even more amazing to think that we're only seeing the parts visible from the road.

Big view, little Marion

We'd heard a lot of great stories about the road along the south of Lago General Carrera. It's described in the Lonely Planet as "Scary and stunning, it hits blind corners and steep inclines high above the lake with no guardrails." Being the optimists we are, the version in our head simply read "Stunning, high above the lake". Other people have described it as the highlight of  cycling in this area, so we took a detour from the Carretera Austral (which follows a northerly route around the lake) and got a ferry over to Chile Chico on the southern shore. After a rest day in Chile Chico to psyche ourselves up, we set off west; a 120km stretch before rejoining the Carretera Austral on the south west corner of the lake. The other issue with the road, which I failed to mention before, is the wind. The prevailing wind is from the northwest, and the road heads pretty much due west. Additionally the lake accelerates the wind towards the southern shore and, where the lake narrows, the wind is often above 60km/h. We figured so long as we were prepared for the worst, it would be fine! And it was. The road was everything it had been described to be. There were sections too steep to ride, sections where the washboarding went on and on and almost shook us to pieces, and sections where the wind literally pushed us backwards as we stood in the gravel holding the bikes (with brakes on!) . But around every corner we were stopping at yet another fantastic view. The lake is an unreal turquoise and the mountains on the northern shore seem to be cut out of card. Maybe you'll get a little of that from the photos.

Along the way we had a couple of nights camping, both with company. The first night we were accompanied by 2 dogs, about 5 hens, 5 chicks and a rabbit. The second night we camped in what looked like an empty field, and got woken at 6 by the sound of sheep surrounding the tent. Both nights we also had the company of hundreds of earwigs. I think we've finally got them out of the panniers now.

Writing this post, outside our cabin.

I'm writing this from a small lakeside village called Puerto Guadal [though it was posted from Cochrane where we found internet access for the first time in a week] which is only 10km from the junction with the main road, so we're pretty much there! Tonight we've treated ourselves to a night in a luxurious cabana next to the beach. After 6 nights camping on the trot, and the last 2 without showers, I think we deserve it!

Touring notes - Carretera Austral Part II

Today's post is brought to you from picturesque Puerto Ingeniero Ibanez, while waiting for the ferry to Chile Chico. We are having so much fun on the Carretera Austral and I wanted to write about some of my misconceptions of this route.

I knew it would be beautiful but hadn't realised how accessible it is. This may be heavily influenced by the fact we have just completed a long asphalt section - possibly our last stretch of paving until we get home... There are several other cyclists heading our way and a few brave ones heading north against prevailing winds which has made for some great chat whilst on the road and off. The road is steadily becoming more and more paved which may mean future cyclists have to struggle with more zooming traffic and also takes away from the natural beauty of the place. However, flat road allows you to concentrate more on the view and less on how to tackle the sandier, pebblier bits of ripio.

Simple things like the availability of fresh tomatoes and perfectly ripe avocados have improved our lunch repertoire - along with our fellow cyclists proving that it is possible to carry such things for a couple of days without making a mess of the inside of a pannier.

We have been incredibly lucky with the weather - we still haven't had to cycle in any appreciable amount of rain (Superstitious readers may be interested to know my wrists are leaning on a wooden table). Quelet National Park that Pob mentioned in his last post gets 4000mm rain/year but we have lovely warm sunshine.

I was quite worried about horseflies here, and they are EVERYWHERE, but they're much easier to deal with than mozzies. They don't torture you at night when you're trying to sleep, they're big so easy to see and quite slow so satisfyingly easy to squash. Oddly they like to bite you through your clothes not straight through your skin so covering up doesn't help. Another cyclist described it like a dance which I think is exactly right - just imagine the Macarena playing then: Hit left shoulder, hit right shoulder, hit left hip, hit right hip, clap, jump about a bit and yelp when you squash one. Repeat to fade.

Happy New Year!

We have our first proper hangover of the trip, which I guess in a way is a good thing! We went out for a lovely meal last night with Hugh and Pauline, followed by a disco in the gymnasium, where Marion danced with pretty much every one of the local bachelors....

We're in the tiny fishing village of Puerto Puyuhuapi in the Queulat National Park where we spent last night in a small campsite with 7 other cycle tourists all heading down the Carretera Austral! Today we're off to see a hanging glacier, and generally taking it easy.

Happy New Year everyone!

Finally on the Carretera Austral

2 posts in one day?! This may become a more common occurrence as we come across WiFi less and less frequently.

We are now in La Junta, a small town on the Carretera Austral in Chile. This is the road which we will take for the next 900km south. If the first few days are anything to go by then its going to be quite a trip! We left the small welsh town of Trevelin on the 27th, with company! We happened to be staying in the same hostel as an English couple, Hugh and Pauline, and an Austrian, Nadja. They had met a few days previously and were heading in the same direction as us, so we joined them. It's lovely to have some company from home and to be with English speaking people for the first decent amount of time since Lou left us in November!

From Trevelin we went over the border to Futaleufu in Chile were we had an early birthday celebration meal out, it was going to be camping the following night! I then rode the next few day with a decorated bike, courtesy of Marion's birthday presents.

Since then we've had a couple of nights wild camping in the most stunning scenery. It's been incredibly hot, and dry which would be unbearable were it not for frequent lakes, streams and rivers to refill water bottles and cool off in. We'd heard that this road was going to be spectacular and so far it's more than lived up to its reputation. So long as we manage to keep stocked up with pasta sauce and tuna all should be fine. Tonight though, we shall be finding some proper food.