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Parque Nacional de Isla de Chilo� (7-8 Dec. 1999)

The busride to Cucao on the west coast of Isla de Chilo� made us feel like we were in Peru again. This was one of the poorest areas in Chile. When finally arriving to the seemingly endless beach of the national park (see below) we helped some local Chileans whose jeep had got stuck in the sand. The rests of a dead tree that  seemed to have inspired a Salvadori Dal� painting served as backpack holder during a short snack pause. We continued along the seemingly endless beach, repeatedly frightening away birds of prey. The ceaseless wind from the endless Pacific Ocean and the horses that passed by every now and then made us feel like adventurers in an Icelandic saga of a distant past.

Soon we reached a river (see above) that was just narrow enough for me to jump over, but too wide for Anna. Anna thought it was unfair and ended up walking through the river with shoes (see below). Then she first refused to continue because she thought she would get athlete's foot, but eventually she cheered up a bit! After a couple of hours we reached a steeper part of the coast (see right) with really beautiful views at sunset. Then it was about to become dark when we approached the goal of the day, the Colo Colo beach. A local boy gave us a road description that we had some problems understanding. Apparently, we heard 'Caja Negra' instead of 'Caza Negra' and searched for a box instead of a house. When finally finding the beatiful beach just before dark, the same boy charged us for pitching the tent. Easy money! The beach served as supper arena in the dark before it was about time for the first night in tent since Parque de Huerquehue.

Parque Nacional - Day 2

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