Promise of Patagonia
Patagonia had been on my must see list for years. It wasn’t until 2009 when I was first told about it by the friendly Argentinians I met in my hostel in Auckland, New Zealand. I was told to expect the most incredible views, unforgettable sunrises and sunsets, and a truly breathtaking experience in what is considered a jewel of the natural world. My imagination had started to wander as I pictured the vast landscapes of mountains, forests, lakes and incredible wildlife. I had heard about Patagonia before, I was aware of it, and I knew I wanted to visit one day, but not until I met the people who had already travelled there, had I truly desired to go.
South American Dreams
South America was a trip I wanted to do almost 8 and a half years before I actually went. I had dreams of visiting countries like Argentina, waking the streets in Buenos Aires, in huge canyons and desert landscapes in Chile, and what imagined to be Mexico City. Going to South America was part of a new plan that I decided on during my first trip to Japan in 2010 with 2 friends from University. “See you in South America” we all said to each other as we said goodbye on our final day together in Tokyo’s streets.
Finally in 2018 after having saved enough money from spending years working in hospitality as a waiter and bar tender in New Zealand and Australia, and being free from any other ties, I booked that plane ticket once again, and finally went in February 2018 from London, England. My South American journey started in Brazil where I spent 5 and a half months in total, travelling mostly in the northern regions working as a volunteer artist, and participating in a graffiti festival, before moving down to Uruguay, Argentina and Chile. Patagonia was the topic of conversation for much of my time in Buenos Aires between me and my youngest sister Ellie who I had just reunited with. We discussed Patagonia with every other backpacker, hostel staff member and reception staff we could, gathering and collecting information, tips and advice from those who had experienced it for themselves. Both my sister and myself went over to Santiago, Chile where we would gather our supplies and equipment to take on the challenge and adventure of exploring and camping in Patagonia.
Bariloche, Argentina
Bariloche was the first place in Patagonia I started to sketch and paint en plein air. It was a stunning place to visit and to start my painting and sketching.
I had intended to improve my watercolour landscape painting on my backpacking trip around Patagonia, before I left Australia and England.
I'm was beginning to notice that the more I drew and painted from life, the more I was able to see and appreciate in people, animals and nature.
Latin American Friendships
Fortunately I had made a kind, generous and trusting Chilean friend called Tote in a hostel which we both met at and stayed at in Pipa, Brazil. Tote offered me and my sister some help, she said she would lend us her camping gear, and that we could stay at her house until we were ready to go on our adventure. Me and my sister went over to Santiago from Buenos Aires to Mendoza by flight, then from Mendoza to Santiago by bus, over the Andes mountains, which was a great experience in itself. We stayed with Tote in her family’s stunningly beautiful home, and we were welcomed and treated like family members. Tote’s family was kind, generous and hospitable. After a few days of preparation, we left to begin our route back towards and over the Andes, to begin our descent towards Argentina’s and Chile’s Patagonia.
El Bolsón, Argentina
Unfortunately my sister didn’t make the whole distance with me, at El Bolsón she felt like the rest of the trip was going to be too expensive and she had very limited funds for 10 months ahead around Latin America. I personally think this down to the mentality of a lot of poverty minded backpackers who waste most of their money and shoe-string budget on alcohol, bars, cigarettes and other drugs, and then complain that things are too expensive for them to do. From the places I’ve been, including Japan, which is notoriously expensive, I know things can be done economically and ‘cheap’ to keep costs down, no matter where you go. I had to become a kind of expert at budget travel quite quickly when I first left in 2009, as my friends had 5-8 times more savings than me. I did almost all that they did, arriving in New Zealand with $48 to my name, but I made it happen. So sadly at that point in El Bolsón, me and my sister said our goodbye, and we wouldn’t meet again until we crossed paths in Colombia, about 4 months later.
I then walked over to the bus stop where I would get my 24-hour bus from El Bolson to El Chaltén, and started talking to an English couple that was about to do the same journey as me. We ended up trekking and camping through El Chaltén together.
The overnight bus from El Bolsón arrived in El Chaltén around 3pm. I met up with the English couple again as we got off the bus and grabbed our bags, and then we headed to our hostel, checked in, freshened up and began heading towards a beautiful spot for sunset. The next morning we would be getting up early to begin our first bit of trekking.
To be continued…
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