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Torres del Paine: Day Five

Saturday 25th January 2014

Refugio Grey – Refugio Paine Grande

The next morning we got ready and headed out to go kayaking. The weather was windy and so we were told we would have to go out each with an instructor. We got kitted out and headed towards the glacier. Paddling was hard against the choppy water, the waves were strong and kicking the water up at us while we paddled. We passed right between the icebergs floating on the lake getting a good look at the colours of them. The blue colour is apparently a result of the oxygen/hydrogen bonds absorbing light in the red end of the visible light spectrum (the same reason water is blue). We got to the east bank and sat for a while taking in the view. The lake was grey green here. After some tea and a snack we headed back.

The return journey back to Refugio Paine Grande was the home stretch. We had taken five hours instead of the estimated three and a half on the way to Refugio Grey so on the way back we were on a bit of a mission. Including a stop for a chat with a Brazilian couple we had met at Refugio Los Cuernos we made the journey in two hours forty five minutes. Well in time to have a couple of beers before catching the boat across Lago Pehoe and out of the park. When the boat came there were too many people and we were left wondering if we would make it back to Puerto Natales that day. Thankfully the boat came back and buses waited for the second run.

After the walk we thought our time in the park was over but it wasn’t, the boat trip across the lake was beautiful. It actually worked out awesome that we caught the second boat rather than the first. We arrived just as the sun was setting. The view of Cerro Paine Grande, Los Cuernos, the colour of the water, the reflection of the sun and right at the end the Salto Grande waterfall – gorgeous!

We made it back just in time to get dinner with Lukas and Sylvie, a Swiss couple we met at Refugio Grey the night before. They were a couple of hiking superstars compared to us. They had actually trekked to the point where we got the bus from rather than getting the boat and had trekked another two and a half hours north of Refugio Grey the previous day. After dinner Ismael and I were finished. Our feet were knackered, my swankle was stiff and Ismael’s knee had seen better days. Those guys were full of energy and up for a night out! We had a bus to catch at 7am the next day so unfortunately were in no shape to spend anymore time on our feet. Thankfully we had a nice hostel for the night.

Perito Moreno versus Glacier Grey

After Perito Moreno I imagined it would be hard to impress. We had read many forums, comparing the two glaciers and stating preferences, before we had seen either. The two experiences are completely different. The vantage points from which you could see Perito Moreno are great, the balconies provided an excellent view which gave a good impression of the scale of it. Unlike Perito Moreno, Glacier Grey is receeding, this means the front of it is much more tapered. Perito Moreno stands a good 75 metres tall at the front. The accessibility of Perito Moreno meant that we were able to take a boat across the lake getting really close to the front to see the structure of the ice and even go for a walk on it. What makes Glacier Grey special is the fact you have to work for it. We didn’t do the O but we spoke to enough people to understand that the route further north which followed the edge of the glacier was exhilarating. People spoke of the cold, the wind, a rickety bridge across a huge crack in the earth and a ladder up a sheer cliff face along the route. I could see how the combination of the effort over the course of the trek, adrenaline and the view at the different milestones would be a very unique experience. For anyone who does the W and doesn’t venture further north I would say Perito Moreno is definitely the more impressive of the two.

Inca Trail versus the W Trek

So which was harder? The Inca Trail or the W trek? On the Inca Trail there was no choice but to camp but also the terrain and altitude were a greater factor in the difficulty of the trek. The W trek was longer but the path more undulating rather than having huge upward or downward sections. The fact that you don’t need to camp and get a hot shower and meal every night and don’t have to deal with the weather if it rains or is cold makes a huge difference. That said, while I thought the W was easier Ismael thought the Inca Trail was easier so I guess it’s debatable.

Torres del Paine: Day Four

Friday 24th January 2014

Refugio Paine Grande – Refugio Grey

We slept well but Ismael and I were definitely suffering the effects of three days of walking. My swankle was back and no amount of ibuprofen was masking the discomfort of Ismael’s knee. Thankfully today was the shortest day of our trek, apparently only three and half hours north to Camp Grey along the western spike of the W. We set off not long after a hearty breakfast, initially at pace but then we slowed as I spent a lot of time taking pictures of wild flowers knowing that it was almost the end of our time in the park. We probably took a bit too long. I was tired and taking photos was harder than usual.

Soon after catching our first glimpse of Glaciar Grey we came to the first mirador which gave an excellent view of the glacier. You could see the three prongs of the glacier creeping around La Isla and the smaller island to the west. The wind at the mirador was incredibly strong, just staying upright was hard work and Ismael had to hold me to keep me from being blown over while I took a couple of photos. After the mirador, along with the wind our pace also picked up. I remember thinking that it was good that the wind was blowing us into the mountain side rather than away from it.

After following the edge of the milky blue Lago Grey for a while we were back in forrest. Wild flowers flourished here and I found myself sneezing, crying, rubbing my eyes and blowing my nose all the way to the refugio. This was hayfever like I had never experienced before! We dropped our bags off and had a couple of beers before dragging ourselves up and out into the cold to get a closer look at the glacier.

After making it to the first mirador beyond the refugio and exploring the area for a little while, we headed back for dinner which was the best of our entire stay at the park. We arranged to go kayaking on Lago Grey up to the glacier the next morning before making our way back south to Paine Grande and out of the park. It was lights out at quarter past eleven leaving just enough time after the bar closed for a shower before hitting the sack.

Torres del Paine: Day Three

Thursday 23rd January 2014

Refugio Los Cuernos – Britanico – Refugio Paine Grande

Today was to be the longest day of our hike through the park. It was an estimated eleven hour hike in total, two and a half hours to Camp Italiano (the bottom of the central spike of the W), from there it was another six hours through the French Valley to the Mirador past Camp Britanico and back, and finally another two and a half hours to Refugio Paine Grande. Thankfully we had the best weather of our entire stay in the park on this day. Knowing we had a long way to go we set off early. I had a spring in my step and set the pace. We did the walk to Camp Italiano in ninety minutes. After a couple of cereal bars we dropped our bags off at the camp and set off for Camp Britanico with nothing other than our clothes, some water and whiskey.

The walk up through the French Valley was tougher and our pace slowed; there were rocks and stones littered all over the path mixed in with thick tree roots, within the first thirty minutes I tripped on some rocks, twisted my ankle and fell. That was the first of a number of falls that day – the price of a dodgy ankle, a little too much enthusiasm  and not enough care on my part. The rocks gradually became larger with a stream flowing over them, we clambered onwards and upwards trying to avoid getting too wet. Later we followed beside the stream, leaving it and rejoining it, trekking upwards through forrest, until it became a waterfall complete with rainbow. At some point Glacier Frances was in view and we stood listening and watching little avalanches contributing to it.

A few hours walk led us to Camp Britanico at the end of the French valley. We wandered unsuspectingly into a huge  opening which felt spectacular after trekking through dense forrest for hours. The opening was surrounded by mountains and tall stone towers with the forrest hugging their bases . We sat here for a while absorbing the view, feeling so fortunate to be able to witness this place, fortunate to be healthy enough to make the journey and fortunate to have each other on this trip. We chatted with others who had been walking the same route as us for a while about their travels and where their journey was taking them next, we took some pictures for ourselves for and others. The mountain ranges surrounding us were too wide to capture even using  panoramic mode on my camera.

The journey did not end here. It should have been another half an hour trek northward to the mirador. The last ten minutes or so we were clambering over big boulders up up up. Excitement over what we would see when we arrived pushed the pace and within fifteen minutes or so we arrived. It was much easier than we expected. A handful of people were there sat on the huge boulders looking at the view back down the valley, breathing the clean air. You could see the bright blue Lago Nordernskjold (where we had come from) in the distance giving a real sense of achievement. We were happy, very happy. One could not have dreamt the sights we saw, to borrow part of a phrase, fiction could not surpass the beauty of this reality. The view, the sense of space and time and the colours of the wild flowers.

We could have sat at the mirador for hours, it was a beautiful day and the view down the valley and to the mountains was wonderful but alas we still had five and a half hours of walking left to make it to Refugio Paine Grande so after taking a few breaths, pictures and hugs we head back down for Camp Britanico where we could not resist taking a few moments once again to absorb the surroundings. Then it was back to Camp Italiano to pick up our bags. From there we headed along the western side of the W. This part of the trek was along the banks of lakes for sometime and then through forrest where once again the wild flowers impressed. This leg of the journey was hard, mostly because we had been walking for so long. The sun was setting, the temperature dropping and the wind picking up. Towards the end we wondered if we would ever reach the refugio or even if it existed. My ankle and Ismael’s knee were both playing up by this point. The sight of Lago Pehoe in the distance was something of a relief.

The lake was beautiful but we were too tired to take pictures. By that time our minds were more concerned with whether or not we would get there in time for a hot meal. We didn’t. All we could get in the shop were a few beers, a packet of pringles and some Italian salami. After eating we sat in a lounge area taking advantage of the wood fires. The view over the lake was beautiful and as the sun set the sky turned pink, I was too tired to take pictures. After a hot shower we headed to bed.

Torres del Paine: Day Two

Wednesday 22nd January 2014

Refugio Torres Norte – Refugio Los Cuernos

Day two should have been the second easiest day of all. It was an estimated four and a half hour walk from Refugio Torres Norte to Refugio Los Cuernos. With Ismael’s knee an easy day was exactly what we needed. We woke up refreshed and in no rush to go anywhere. After a hearty breakfast we wandered over to the Hotel Las Torres where we knew there was wi-fi. We sat infront of the double height windows admiring the view to the mountain over a couple of pints. After lunch we set off for Los Cuernos.

The weather on this day was sunny and pleasant. I started noticing two things, first was the different coloured lakes and later in the day I saw more and more the many beautiful wild flowers along the way. I had observed over the course of our trip through Patagonia, that different places had very different coloured lakes. The bright blue lakes north of Bariloche which we saw on the bus, the deep blue lakes in and around Bariloche, the milky blue Lago Argentino in El Calafate. In Torres there were different coloured lakes right next to each other it seemed. We had seen the the strange blue/green/grey coloured lake at Base Las Torres the day before. Today, fairly early on in our walk, we found ourselves at one point looking at three different coloured lakes, a dark bottle green one next to us, a dark blue one just next to it and a milky blue one in the distance.

The route took us past some smaller lakes, then followed the mountainside around Lago Nordernskjold where we got our first glimpse of Cuernos del Paine. Later we walked through forrest and across streams. At points the path disappeared and we were unsure of which direction to head in but each time we managed to figure it out. The day was longer than we expected, Ismael’s knee pain didn’t let up and only got worse.

We arrived at the refugio early enough to get a hot meal, the view from the dining room was beautiful looking right at the mountains. In our room we were greeted by bunks that were three beds high! There were nine beds in a room which can’t have been much over 10 square metres. You could say I was not particularly impressed given how much we paid for the beds and considering the company which owned the refugio was pocketing all the VAT, that foreigners should be exempt of, by using a fictitious exchange rate.

After dinner we returned to the room to find some of the other beds were occupied. Two of them by a Japanese couple who were well into their 60s but looked like they were in their early forties. It transpired that they were doing the O!

The O trek covers all the ground of the W, but rather than doing return journeys on the outer edges of the W, the route loops around the north connecting the two sides. The northern part of the trek is very cold and windy even in the summer and because of the distance between refugios it is impossible to avoid camping. If you camp, you have to carry all your camping gear including all your food. This mean carrying 10 – 15kg on your back and to us sounded altogether like too much work. We wanted to enjoy the scenery of the park without the stress of carrying a lot of weight or pitching a tent.

This couple of pensioners had been camping for 7 nights and had decided to opt for a little luxury on their last one by staying in the refugio. They described their route over the north – trekking through knee deep snow against the wind with their huge back packs, at some point holding on to trees intermittently to stop the wind blowing them over! The husband beamed from ear to ear as they spoke of how the scenery completely changed every 30 mins. I was amazed at his enthusiasm (admittedly his wife was less so). I felt a little guilty at our laziness and little guilty for feeling unimpressed with the room. I could only hope we looked that young and were in such good health when we were that age.

Torres del Paine: Day One

Tuesday 21st January 2014

Refugio Torres Norte – Base de las Torres – Refugio Torres Norte

We had been told the weather in Torres was unpredictable and it was. The first day started cold with drizzle on and off and I was glad we were there in summer time. The cloud was low and thick to the point that we didn’t realise the refugio had a great big snow capped mountain (Monte Almirante Nieto) right in front of it until the next day which was thankfully clearer. We had decided to do the W from east to west only because of the order we went to the travel agents back in Puerto Natales when we booked, but I was glad we had since the first part of the first day’s trek was the least picturesque of all in the park – the path was well trodden and the best view was behind us on the way up.

Our first days walk would be from Refugio Torres Norte to the base of the namesake of the park, Torres del Paine, and back. The map estimated four and a half hours walk each way. The route there initially took us uphill for a while, then along the edge of a valley with a river at the bottom. There we could see for miles, in the distance were snowcapped mountains. We walked through forrest which resembled a giant green Japanese garden. The Japanese garden slowly turned rocky and the last hour of the walk was uphill and steep, climbing over large grey boulders at which point it started to snow. I was definitely glad we had invested in some liquid motivation!

We arrived at the lake at Base Las Torres in under four hours. For the last half hour we were overlooked by some thick black towers of choppy looking rock (Cerro Nido de Condor) which were rather  intimidating and a bit ugly if I’m honest. When we arrived at the mirador at the base of them I thought, is this what we came to see? They were not a sight I expected people would walk for so long to see let’s say. The strangely coloured blue-green lake was beautiful though and especially against the pale grey rocks all around.

While chatting with a Brazilian couple suddenly the clouds began to break. We heard a shriek from a tourist and then  watched in amazement as the clouds unveiled the actual torres.  At that point we realised we had mistaken the black rock towers for the torres which in fact had been hidden by the cloud all along. They were spectacular – the colour and shape inspired intrigue – what kind of geological phenomenon could create such a thing?  I imagined how they would have looked on a clear day. We took as many pictures as we could in the space of half an hour before setting off back the way we came to get to the Refugio in time for a hot evening meal. Just as we were leaving the cloud returned shrouding the Torres again. It felt as though the cloud had opened just for us!

The return journey was long but easy for me. Unfortunately the same could not be said for Ismael. His right knee was in pain the moment we headed back down the steep rocky path, some kind of repetitive strain injury we guess, he limped most of the way back. We got back to the Refugio with 30 minutes to spare before for dinner. After a meal and hot showers we turned into our bunk beds and fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillows.