The idea was to get to the Lobería obviously a with a huge colony of sea of \u200b\u200bhair. We moved slowly and had two choices, stop at lovely beach or give the 32 km to the seal colony. Initially impressive cliff walk a bit because you do not see output in the distance, is different from Mar del Plata where if there are many downs to stop. We hit hard, but at 3.5 km per hour is an eternity. The first option was a beautiful beach, forget it because it is not suitable for kayakers if the tide is high, the water will print on the rocks, unless the wind is quietito. The second option, the sea lion, which complicated place! We arrived at nightfall and at low tide and to our surprise we found levees (ROCAS!) everywhere.
We had to drill the rocks with a lot of tension because the waves swept over the rocks and not saw. Do not ask me how but we all three in a row through a hole that opened up before us when we were ready for anything, to hit the stones but out of it at once.
Thus began the long road along the cliffs, dodging rocks and night loading the kayaks over the levees with 100 kilos and 500 meters ahead. That night the three of us had to take anti-inflammatory because they were very sore from the effort. Wait for high tide was not an option that was handled at that time.
The next day we had to get out of it again with the floor. I explain something, sail the sea involves having luck with: wind (speed and direction) Tides (high / low and current direction) Formation of coastline and breakers, daylight hours. It is almost impossible that it's at a time when one for you. Plan the day to day is essential for progress in Patagonia. Then returning, we leave the seal colony off the rocks waiting for high tide. When we left I saw Diego to be finalized and between us a olon! Then, I saw Diego in the air a few seconds .... amazing!
We had several days of bays and pebble beaches with giant orillazo and again I saw Diego go at full speed with a wave of huge bank took him to the top of the beach and left him there in the kayak sentadito.
We also lived the great experience of sleeping on the cliffs for lack of beaches to go down.
Belèn front bumper, there are places where the cliff is crumbling and you can camp on rocks or on small plates that form.
The sea reaches the foot of the camp but that is not dangerous, dangerous landslides. Patagones Prefecture came to see where we were stopping and threw us a step water bottles off the cliff. We appreciate the gesture, costs range ravine to fetch up but we got there and we could afford to drink mate.
Route 1 passes next to the cliffs. All places that name I worth every mile.
awaited moment arrives, parrots cove, Bay Creek and salt wells. This became the dream of the boy for us. Imagine a place where whales jumping all the time everywhere, and the wolves come after you pass under the kayak, go look at you, you ask for attention, you see because the water is transparent, the background is perfect, and come rowing for miles looking down because you believe it!
(wolves do not stop playing with our kayaks)
We caught torticollis to look down while paddling.
is the same feeling to row in the southern lakes, but with more things to see.
made you want to jump to dive a little. The salt wells experience worth living, so now when we are stuck around the school (
http://www.aremar.com.ar/ ), take a few classes and have come for such kayak payments. We could not find the crab and clams but will not miss an opportunity I assure you.
a bit short, since leaving Bahia Creek so far we have been seeing paradisiacal landscapes, secluded beaches, sandbars to swim for miles, dolphins passing through the side of the kayaks, whales! and the blue sea around the Gulf of San Matias.
The sacrifice of rowing and rowing against adverse weather days as a gift after you who live in the sea salt wells ironing.
So come, fight against what they have to fight and enjoy everything that can be enjoyed. We are paddling in the seas quite moved, but you start to make a habit. The waves toss to and fro, but we have been talking and looking for things to recreate the view in the sea or under water.
Gulf
Much remains ahead, the idea now is to face a long journey to Puerto Madryn through Playas Doradas, Puerto Lobos, out of Black River, Chubut entering and crossing the Valdes Peninsula. It will come large ripples (currents and waves found static) winds on all sides, more cliffs, more species of fauna and some things that escape me now. The Patagonian coast is impressive, I would say anything to keep it as always tell them the garbage fleet and can not believe come paddling through a unique and suddenly find the bottle of soda, the nylon bag and other junk.
We are far from being a country seriously, I agree that government had the slogan: Argentina, a country seriously! Forgive me a little break as well but I insist that each in his place has to get moving and get a change to go from low to high, from local to provincial and then national.
We are now in Black River Caves. The prefecture has followed us step by step and we have been putting together the paths along them to know where to walk and when communication is lost for lack of signal and satellite phones. In the caves have opened the temporary detachment of summer so we can stay an extra day, so thank you very much to the PNA of San Antonio and all his staff for the excellent treatment we are giving.
The day we reached the outer harbor of San Antonio Este's friends prefecture (Lima 4 Whiskey) agreed to a request I made to ... an ice cold Pepsi! If yes, a bit of sugar from much salt. Give it for granted, 3 liters of Pepsi and 2 kilos of bread and happiness that day overwhelm us, a luxury after long days of paddling.
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fishing area, heard everywhere boats come and go. Are all fishermen who go looking for hake. Other boats are equipped with oxygen-pump to dive and get clams and other seafood. We now we have not caught a single octopus or even a clam, seafood zero, a misfortune. Friends Next we will handle with some fishermen. Fishing camps can be very helpful, we always have that in mind when planning the route.
(A Franca Austral goes under my kayak)
Now in a separate chapter tell you a little experience with wildlife and what remains to be seen.
Thus we face the wind crossing the coast of Argentina, showing a little of what we have and living a dream journal. Continuing progress towards the ultimate goal: Ushuaia.
Greetings to everyone from Corrientes to Viedma, all friends of the way thanks for following. Sorry if we can not respond to emails or text messages, sometimes we were paddling and other flying without signal or any planet Mars having mate with Grok.
My phone (Augustine) is taking care of me Nemo in the sea, lend it a while. THANKS TO ALL, WE PRESENT THE IN each stroke!
of bonus, some videos!
