Cape Rienga hike and Taputaputa bay

January 22, in New Zealand, we decided to get off the beach and go for a beautiful tramp (hike) from our campground in Teputaputa Bay to the northern most accessible point, Cape Reinga. Cape Reinga houses the longest manned light house in New Zealand. In 1987, the system switched to solar power with operations monitored in Wellington, New Zealand.
Estimated to take 2 ½ hrs, we did the tramp in 1 ½ hrs. Even though it was shorter than expected it had many enormous declines/inclines. Throughout the tramp we were able to experience the vast views of hillsides and steep rocky cliffs. Peering down to the bottom of the cliffs you could see gorgeous beaches with water access only except for the one that our trail led to, Sandy Bay. Even though the water was crystal clear and looked very refreshing, we chose to wait until we got back to our campground for a swim. We were very lucky that we were staying there and had access to the wonderful water because the trail had almost no shade and it was excruciatingly hot.
The beach in Teputaputa had the best surf for playing. All day we enjoyed ourselves in the water and even managed to body surf! One thing that was very interesting was all the day tour busses. Around lunch time, the beach filled with day trippers and then in the next minute, the busses drove away and the beach was ours. Unfortunately we had to leave, because after staying for three days, we had used all of our food.
This was one of our favorite places.-Carsen

La Familia Chilena

Navimag

On Wednesday Nov. 5 we entered Chile from Ushuaia, Argentina, the southern most town of the world except for a small fishing community. We arrived in Puerto Natales, Chile for our Navimag adventure. Navimag is a cargo ship/ferry that starts in Puerto Natales and goes to Puerto Montt or vice a versa.

We boarded at 21:00 on Thursday to leave at 5:30 in the morning on Friday. The first day was fairly simple. We got a briefing on our trip that showed our route and safety rules. To pass time, we watched some movies, one of which was a documentary called Survival Island. It starred the wildlife of South Georgia Island, like penguins and albatross. The scenery was a lot like the west of Washington State, green with vegetation and cold with snow. Something different to Washington were the glaciers that went to the sea. The boat went off route so we could see one closer.

Saturday was similar until we entered the only spot of open sea, The Golfo de Penas, around 16:00. This was the very rough spot of the trip and lasted 14 hours. My mom and Sinclair both threw up but I didn’t, although at times I felt like it. We were sitting in the highest part of the ship, the pub deck, which had some tables that were constantly threatening to take us out by sliding across the floor. Because the ship was rocking too much, we weren’t able to have dinner so they gave us some rapidly made sandwiches. Since there was nothing to do, I slept the most of the time. Luckily, the rough spot ended around 4:00 the next morning. At breakfast the informers informed us that, on a scale of 1-12 for storms, ours was a 7.

The next day was our last day on the boat. Unfortunately mom was still feeling sick but she mustered up enough strength to play bingo and dance into the night. She won a bottle of Jonnie Walker Red Label whiskey and I got a Navimag information book for being the loser. Then we had a dancing fiesta!!!!!!!! When we arrived in Puerto Montt in the morning, we had to get off and say good bye to our new friends, 2 Canadians, 1 New Zealander, and 2 Dutch. For me, I would recommend it and it was nice not to cook or do the dishes. Some people said it was the highlight of their trip. It was fun, but it wasn’t my highlight. -CARSEN

Argentina travels

I’m sincerely sorry for not updating you on our travels and the belated post. My mom has November 5/ 08 when we entered Chile.

When we got to the farm in Argentina we were so exuberant but it turned out to be too intense. We were at loss for the jubilant social connection we were looking forward to. It felt like the only thing we did was work. I goofed off a little with Juan and Luca (Josephine’s son and his friend) and we had some good chuckles together. In addition, we started a relationship with Josephine. It was easier with her because she spoke English. The other people at the farm spoke Spanish, not very clearly or slowly, so it was even harder to have a connection with them. Something else we missed on the farm was group activities. We had our own house thus, we didn’t do much together except eat. We were cooking the meals, or Josephine was, but we would’ve liked to do it together. I guess things were the way they were. On October 24, 2008, we left Chacra Millalen.

Our first stop was Esquel, 2 hours south, where our packages from Grandma were being held hostage in customs. When we went to get them they told us we had to pay the postage and declaration price of the package halved to retrieve them! Over all, it was going to be about $250 (plus the $200 my grandma had already spent to send them). Furthermore, we had to pay for a hostel and food in Esquel. We decided not to take the packages, but to have them returned to the USA. The dreary and boring stop of Esquel was over so we moved on to our next destination – Puerto Madryn, on the coast of Argentina

After arriving in early morning, we found a hostel. Immediately, we went in search of Facturas, the amazing group of pastries special to Argentina. While walking on the beach we got to see a couple of whales showing off their stuff by flipping around their tails in the water. In the evening, we were talking with 2 other travelers at the hostel. They wondered if we worked on a farm in Ecuador with Jane and Rupert. As a matter of fact, we did. We had just met Prue (Jane’s sister) and her friend, Jess! This was not planed nor did we know they were even here, in Argentina. Working and traveling, they have been going for almost 4 years starting in England, and then went to Canada. They are from Australia. With nothing planned, we decided to do some research about seeing the penguins.

We rented a car to go to Punto Tombo where you can see little Magellan penguins. It was cheaper for 5 people to rent a car than to take a bus so we saved some lettuce and drove. The penguins were so funny. They dig holes in the ground and then sleep in them all the time. The ones that have holes in the sun looked like they were dead. We left the little penguins to their peaceful lives and moved on.

Jess and Prue spent a fair amount of time in Wales so they were interested in some of the small Welsh towns in Argentina. While we were down south and with a car, we checked some of them out. The special thing about Welsh towns is the Tea Houses, selling teas and cakes of sorts. They are very high priced so we chose to head back Puerto Madryn where we caught a bus south the next morning.

Jess and Prue were planning to go to El Calafate so we tagged along. El Calafate is a small town that is close to a huge glacier, Perito Moreno. We rented a car and headed up. We stayed there for three hours waiting for the glacier parts to calve. I caught one on video. The unfortunate part was that it was freezing cold so we couldn’t stay there for too long. After our satisfactory calveings we hopped in our compact Chevy and drove to our hostel. We had to part ways with Jess and Prue in El Calafate. We headed down to Ushuaia, the southern most town except for a small fishing community (but that doesn’t count) while they took a 29 hour bus up to Bariloche.

Ushuaia is a popular attraction for travelers because it is El Fin del Mundo. It is a perfect port for Antarctic exploration departures and arrivals. We wanted to go on an excursion but it was uber expensive. It costs $7,000 last minute for a trip or $27,000 for a real exploration. Maybe some other time. In Ushia there is a large National Park. We went to that and on a small boat tour to see different types of birds and Sea Lions. After freezing our buns of in Ushuaia we headed up to our Navimag adventure in Puerto Natales. –Carsen

Chilean Magic

Well, I’ve learned a few things about hospitality recently. While traveling, there are many opportunities to experience generosity and for us, it seems that Chile is a place overflowing with these.

Arriving in Punto Arenas, Chile from Ushuaia, Argentina, we had a few obstacles to overcome. Only 10 minutes before our connecting bus left for the night, neither a Chilean nor Argentinean peso in hand and the money exchange office closed for the day, we were met with the kindness of a fellow passenger who offered to exchange USD for Chilean pesos. Voila! I boarded the bus while it was leaving the parking area (my children had already climbed on, if you’re wondering)!

We spent one night in Puerto Natales then embarked on our 4 day boat trip up the southern island channels of Chile. The highlights: 16 hours of nausea from the Gulf of Penas and a few new friends, one of whom became our impromptu Chilean guide for the week.

Now, we are being hosted in a fishing town, a 2 hour bus ride from our arrival port, with a family willing to absorb us as if we were their own flesh and blood. We arrived, unannounced, riding the coat tails of our nuevo amigo Chileno, an old friend of this family. Within the first few minutes we were eating crab being shelled for us by our hostess and “machas” (a type of clam) from the shell, being served faster than we could gulp them down. After spending the night and most of the next day, we were invited to stay for the week, so our friend left and we remained! We have eaten more machas than we could’ve imagined and experienced our first “curanto” – the Chilean version of a seafood/smoked meat combo, traditionally baked in the ground, but now, often boiled for ease, including machas, clams, sausage, smoked meat, and yes, chapaleles!!! Really, chapaleles are a simple food, a dough made of flour, oil and water, made into patties then steamed with the rest, but the way the word rolls off your tongue, well, it makes you want to announce their arrival with great fanfare.

If things turn out as we’ve planned (Plan Q, that is!) we will move on to the coastal surf town where our Chilean friend grew up, Pichilemu. Who knows what generosity we’ll find there, but maybe, just maybe we’ll be able to extend some of our own. – Cinnamon

Floating Islands: Lake Titicaca

On Lake Titicaca there are about 60 floating reed islands; 40 of which support and are supported by tourism and the other 20 which don’t because they’ve chosen that life. The reed islands are made out of floating reed roots and reeds stalks and they each hold about 4-6 families. To make the base they lash together chunks of root with string, and then they make layers of reeds on top. The root is usually about 3 feet thick and then the layers of reeds make up another 3 feet approximately. This means that the islands are a total of 6 feet deep floating on 45 feet of water. The people on the islands then go on to make houses boats out of dried reeds. Almost every family has a solar panel on there roof that they use to get electricity.

For food they eat the fish from the lake, the birds and the eggs of the birds. To get other things like sugar, flour and fruits they will go to Puno and sell their fish for money to buy other things or they will go to the peninsula and barter for other supplies. The people on the islands also make money from tourism. The men make mini reed boats and the women make tapestries. The women want you to believe that they make all the tapestries by hand but when you see that another women is offering you the exact same one its hard to believe that they are all hand made. It amazes me how these people have taken the resources available and made a life out of it. -Sinclair

Fausto's Farm in Perucho, Ecuador

Over the mountains and through the jungle of Ecuador, there lives a man. A man named Fausto Ayala. Fausto lives on several congested hectares of farmland outside Perucho village. His interesting personality allows him to live a solitary life. On his remote farm, he has a number of different things growing including shade grown coffee. On this visit I learned about Fausto’s way of life and personality.

Fausto is a quiet, hardworking man, living and working as a caretaker for 100 hectares of land. Over time he saved money and bought 10 of these hectares for his own. He lives all by himself in a three room adobe shack, with no one in sight. Although Fausto does mason work in Perucho and has some contact with people then, he still leads a very secluded lifestyle. When he does have human contact, he loves to talk. Another indication of his remoteness is that he has very little gas and no electricity. He has to carry the gas for 2 hrs on his back over the rough landscape.

The scenery leading to his farm is very amazing. There are small mountains surrounding the farm which makes the hike 1-3 hours from Perucho. We think Fausto scampers because he usually takes only one hour. Once you arrive, every thing is wild. It is more like a jungle than a farm, as you can't see the production until you walk right up to it. One of the cool features that you might stumble across is a waterfall that has so many minerals in the water, leaves and sticks are calcified in time as the water flows over them. The effect is similar to freezing, except it hardens the material with minerals instead of temperature change. All of the fields are weed filled but products are still growing.

Fausto has a lot of production but not much variety. There are a number of coffee plants intermixed with large trees that give shade. Mandarin trees are growing in patches that get more sun. Sugar cane makes up most of the land like a jammed “forest”. Off to the side, there are a few papaya and banana trees, but a type of cat has been eating them so the fruit is scarce. Unfortunately, Fausto does not have a good system for harvesting, storing, transporting and selling his products. As a result, he doesn’t make money off of his farm. Even though Fausto eats what he can from his farm, he still buys other food, like tuna and grains.

I am very impressed by Fausto and his solitary skills. I find it amazing that he can work and live all by himself. The landscape is very beautiful and it is a perfect place to have a farm. However, it is so far away he needs a better system for organizing the sale of his production to get more buck for his bang. After this dazzling visit to Fausto’s farm, I had a better understanding of living by oneself, away from civilization and being resourceful.

Carsen