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Peninsula Valdes, a riconcito for humanity

After spending weeks in hotels full of groups came to a place where he was the only guest, at least the first few days. I get excited. Therefore, I spent a couple of days longer than expected. The miles are heavy and I take it more easy targets, without haste, I end this blog with the trip that my return to Spain coincides with the end point, although it is very likely to add some appendices are so many things that remain in the ink. It was in Puerto Madryn , Peninsula Valdes, 1,500 km from Buenos Aires, North.

"City or town?
At this destination you have two possibilities, either to stay in Puerto Madryn, a city of huge resorts and rocky beaches., The water and tried it, no one was swimming, the season is over. Modern place, with architectural details, rich pastries and fine bars. Long coast, careful to walk, or close to Puerto Piramides , where ships are brought in tractor ground, more intimate, closer to nature, ideal for couples or to be reunited. I stayed in the first, for a connection issue, I was told that there was no wireless Pyramids. Lie, then I saw that there was. But I had fun with madrinenses in the Spyglass Inn.

Who does not know this?
is eternal, we have all seen dozens of times, those who have more children, as children and as parents. Your children will recognize it before you, is a question of proximity, cleaner eyes. It is the form that matters. For here was a pilot, French, carrying mail between the regions and immortalized this tiny island called Bird giving other content: a snake con un elefante en su interior, ¿o era un sombrero? Efectivamente, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry en El Principito . Eso cuentan…

Un riconcito de la humanidad
Pues esta isla se divisa desde Península Valdés , un riconcito lindo, unido por un estrecho istmo al continente y con gran variedad de fauna, marítima. No sé si conocéis un documental de National Geografic sobre orcas en el que una de ellas se arrastra playa arriba para cazar una cría de lobo de mar y se la zampa. Pues fui a ver lo mismo. Había un 5% de posibilidades de coincidir, y no ocurrió. No vi a las mal llamada ballenas asesinas. Supporting themselves.

However I enjoyed the huge sea elephants, heavy beasts than 5 m, repeated sea lions, who have accompanied me in Chile by all that is the coast, a small community Magellanic penguins, armadillos and some more bugs. In the southern winter is sure to see the whales calving and feeding their young. Must be a beautiful show, I saw them on video.

Argentines block should be excommunicated
for its fondness for meat, the lack of respect they have for the Bible the thing that's fast, because there are certain moments in life where you have to eat fish, because not all meat and everything else in Argentina. Exquisite, the best cuts, a grilled of terror, nap, hunger and when you feel you go walking in the distance the smoke of a barbecue. Meat, all meat. Loin, beef ... The roast, or even their fat is especially tasty and is very sad, very sad not being able to eat that portion of cholesterol, because he knows death, but since I joined in the cold southern and more and I'm putting porker - they will say my girls! - and try to cut, but I can not, it's hard.

Israelíes hasta en la sopa
Argentina está repleta de turismo juvenil israelí, más joven que el que encontré en Panamá, suelen ir en grupos mixtos o muchas chicas de a dos, con unas mochilas inmensas, tanto hombres como mujeres, a ellas a menudo no se las ve. Están en forma, la mayoría acaban de realizar el servicio militar (ellas dos años, ellos 3) y disponen de unos meses de inactividad hasta que empiecen la Universidad o una actividad laboral. Su vestuario no difiere en nada del occidental. La moda es la misma. Cuando comen rezan con una servilleta de papel como kippa sobre la cabeza. Se dedican a pasear por tierras amigas y la Argentina is. They are highly regarded, as I have, being too money-grubbing. I recently chatted with them, too bad, my English is fatal. And while I defend your right to a state, every time I see myself the same question, how many of them will kill a Palestinian.

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Ushuaia, now

Last night in Iguazu Falls, I met a English Barbastro, Huesca, who had come to Ushuaia after putting in Google searches for "somewhere in the world's end "And I left Ushuaia. That's the key, that's the slogan that makes it attractive this city, being the most southerly of the planet, because Ushuaia otherwise, make no mistake, is any city, does not really have any charm. It is part of a circuit. Those who are here come from Bariloche and El Calafate or plan to go there, is the round tourism in southern Argentina, the northern road would Iguazu Falls, where I am now, period, with Buenos Aires the hub.

Prostitution in Ushuaia
During my stay in Arequipa I read on a visit to the bathroom a story about this small city and yet managed to attract 180 000 tourists a year, things went from prostitution and the large number premises dedicated to this work activity. gave me morbid, but I did not see one, I must be blind, not the sought ... so if you see was: hotel, restaurant, clothing, souvenirs and travel agency, hotel, restaurant shop, clothing, souvenirs and travel ... and so on. And coming cruise, and now that's prostitution, everything is contaminated. And that is beyond me, I can not help it, but I am pleased by the wealth of the locals, but I, Jorge Bonilla, not painted anything in places like that. I'm bored, sorry. I go into dormancy and instead of making fun virtues and problems I turn it off. I would not be so, but I can not avoided. So any activity performed is contaminated by a strange feeling, uncomfortable, either visit the Beagle Channel in a catamaran or go to hyper a glacier in a ski lift (lift) and then leg. And worst of all, I isolate myself and I do not want contact with anyone but when you most need it ... I get cute and cuddly, not looking for prostitutes.

Where is one?
Where are born or where it is. Whenever I'm asked where I have the same lines, when they ask me where I live is easy, Madrid and point, but where I am, is different, it's hard ... then explained that a small town in northern Spain between the Basque Country and Madrid. Burgos is called. I do not feel Burgos, and defend their values, but I feel that city. There is a difference. I think we are where we have lived our youth, the age of the turkey, the first kiss ... when we started to separate from the family home and are able to discover new roads, previously banned. And that happened to me in Burgos, for better or for worse. I left at 18 heading to Salamanca to study and since I only visit. I now live in Madrid and I love Madrid, I did 6 years in Münster, those wonderful years, tomorrow I can live in Nicaragua and feel Nica. And yet if within 10 years from now someone asks me where I come from Central America certainly say that of Burgos, a small town ...

Argentine psychoanalysis, a question of air
is one of those questions I had on my mental calendar and I would have liked to answer during my journey through this part of the Southern Cone, for what that thing in Argentina and psychoanalysis in a society that always wanted to be first world and never has been, or is it so? For psychoanalysis in Patagonia, where all the problems there are derivatives of the wind, "Freud took it into account when launching their theories?, Certainly not, otherwise have been written at least an appendix in this regard. Out of jokes. I promise that I would like to know, to discover for myself why this hobby Buenos Aires, mainly, by a theory born in Europe, in a small country, Austria, quite inbred, tucked between mountains and the Protestant religion has much effect on an American South, full of Galicia and southern Italians, an enormous, flat as could be and over Catholic. Let's see, to see who responds to this.

Pd: Do not do much for this post, I'm pessimistic, negative plan and my head is saturated landscapes, spaces and miles. I'm sure if you come seems magical and I love everything, plus snow sure is better, more authentic.

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Rio Gallegos, toward the Atlantic

From West to East. From El Calafate to Rio Gallegos , 320 km of pure steppe. Without trees, only grass, yellow, combed by the wind, grazing sheep, rheas fleeing before the engine noise and guanacos looking but not frightened. Ushuaia last season before I went there for close to penguins , I had them at my feet.

Rio Gallegos, from whence cometh
name I did not know why it is called, I guess that by the early settlers. Modern buildings, wide streets, paved and inhospitable coast, do not ramble or god. House of Spain, Galicia Bank or restaurant and the Granary. Young population, there is hardly grandparents, now in growth due to the exploitation of oil and gas. The State builds houses almost free to attract population. No more. Is an intermediate station to go to three of the cardinal points, east, only the Atlantic.

Universe
solitary sheep when the sheep biting not only the short grass to eat but literally start killing the earth. And that's a problem . Years ago, at the beginning of colonization sheep, depleted soil, put too many sheep per hectare and were left without grass. They leveled the ground hard and Patagonia, where he had set fire to grass understory. All through the grass. Today not fit more than one or two sheep per km2. There is grass and we are talking about a higher extension to Spain and Portugal combined. Sheep do not run in herds and in our land, they move freely defined areas and in small groups, no shepherds, a gaucho only the will to look for when the time comes to shear. 200 a day a good one, Take that!

far The Condor of the Andes
from Rio Gallegos to Cabo Virgenes where the penguins are 90 km of gravel road (track) full of potholes, songs that break the windshield and tortured by a chill wind. Almost the entire route is within a room, a large estate, 200,000 hectares belonging to the Benetton family, the largest landowner in the country with 930,000 hectares exclusively, the Condor Estancia , where they share territory sheep (the tailor) and oil wells (The Argentine government). Far stay, the town (residence of the landowner), the barracks and shearing sheds, the true center of the farms because it is where the wool is removed. For several years no single Benetton store in Argentina and the Mapuche lands you claim stolen.

Patagonian Fireplaces
So that, no matter the combustion material, the way hache is studied so that no vacuum is formed before the fierce winds of this area, otherwise return all the smoke inside . You can see them both for individual heating systems (see photo) and general over the rooftops.

Penguins hot water
I wanted to see them. So legendary, so funny, so unique. And not afraid of human presence, although some cautious steps away. Only seen in the Southern Hemisphere. Those who live here are called Magallanes, a species that lives in the ice, penguins to them like hot water over the winter and up to southern Brazil. And my life thinking that only treading ice, oh ignorant of me! It is not the only species. In Cape Virgins, where I am, there is a great community, most of Argentina take 20 days without food, squalid without entering the water. Are changing the coat, as every year, enabling them to swim without getting wet. Young people have already left northbound, there are adults in three weeks leave these cold latitudes, in six months again, go up the beach and went into the field, recognize their nests prayed in the woods and give birth. The cycle of life.

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Fitz Roy, the smoking mountain

The hardest day of my trip, the biggest beating. A walk of 8 hours. To the base of Fitz Roy , left the soul, but this had come. The day before I came to town, El Chalten the youngest population in Argentina, was born in October 85, not even twenty years, not streets or sidewalks, but growing. Tourism is the only source of wealth. And grows. Backpackers, hikers, walkers. All languages. The term used is: trekking. At the village entrance a ranger with the face of an angel instructed us in the wonders of the National Park and the prevailing prohibitions.

ZP-MR, inaudiiito, ejemplaaar. Copiéeemoslo!
I sit in a Hostel. All wood, mountain lodge. Full. Shared room, one British and one French couple, she of oriental origin. I settled, I looked mail-consuming and expensive, and I went for a walk, a home beer, a couple of shopping and see the helicopters take off from the military. Return to the home, edit photos and satellite me the debate ZP-MR. Boring, even for TV was unheard-Argentina, exemplary, tense, export to their country and worthy of the First World. I had dinner pasta, ten minutes with a spoke English and went to bed early, I expected a hard day.

Walk around the clock
breakfast, I smoked a few cigarettes, I bought supplies for hikers: sandwich, fruit and bottle of water. At 9.15 was underway, dawn, but the sun, hidden, was not yet visible. Light blue. Clouds were indistinguishable. Equipped to heat and cold, is mountain. He was 9 hours to upload, view, download, have a snack and catch the bus back to El Calafate. Very fair, guides, brochures and staff talked about 8 hours is the measure. I went easy, sweated and even sped up ... until the last mile, there busted, like everyone, I passed several bodies, constant stops, take a breath and sip of water. Hour and a half to finish with the most athletes. A fierce and strong inclination unstable. I went in a zigzag to facilitate rising, still left the lungs. Also had to follow and I could not stand, had only an hour to enjoy rest and needed for the goal: the base of Fitz. Those who gave you mind down and just half an hour ... 15 minutes ... I came, I undressed, put to dry sweaty clothes dry and I was not cold. I ate, I did some autofocus and all were defective for not being worthy to appear on this blog (Grand Mosque later). A pair of skinny jeans, spent an hour down. Bajada

Espido. I just water I've already drunk two bottles he was carrying. Do not forget to pick up in the streams! I start my descent, I have just under four hours to get there I have to do in three. More tiring to climb down, the shattered leg and meniscus slope remain quite concerned. To raise lungs are needed to lower legs. I went fast, did not stop in two hours, at a good pace, a guy gave chase, I wanted to catch me (catch me). No change of pace and busted, after 10 minutes came to my cigarette break, he would lie down, rotted and fell asleep.
My legs hurt. A few stretching exercises and to continue, could not stop. Little water, had returned to consume that carried. I met other hikers who undertook the climb, some with backpacks bigger than themselves. They come to camp. Along to others who had been at the top. I saw the people, looked at the clock were the 17 hours, I just had an hour for the bus. Hostel in the bar I take two very cold beers, I ended up tipsy. I hurt everywhere, every time I get up, feel my body breaking. I changed my clothes. I went to the group, I placed the iPod, lay down my seat and fell asleep, to El Calafate, three hours later. The next day I hurt all ...

The goal, a rematch
I got it, Fitz Roy saw up close, I got even with the bad day of the Torres del Paine, was a splendid day, of which like the mountaineers, sunny, but excessive heat, high visibility, unusual for this area, El Chalten means smoky mountain ahónikenk language due to the constant clouds around the summit. The goal is there and not lose sight of you driving, the road leads you. The mountain grows, it becomes huge and that is the impulse, the magnetism of the great cliffs, when they got inocularte his magic, his lust, you get closer to them and they are showing their power, their strength. They are a magnet and achieve a challenge. Achieved.

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Che, The Argentinaaa!

err. I'm on the road traveling with great movement between Chile and Argentina, tours are organized in a country and take you to another, and vice versa. The exchange is constant, but only native citizens, the movement is mainly foreigner, backpackers and retirees. We are looking wonderful, exotic and that this region offers it, no doubt. Because between the sadness of the Patagonian landscape, pure steppe, pampa pure, are the Andes, a natural border between the two countries, which hide some magnificent mountains and what can be considered one of the largest fresh water reserves in the world: glaciers . I'm in the Southern Patagonian Ice Field.

El Calafate, Argentina view err
tourism. El Calafate, inns, hostels, apartments, cottages, restaurants, bars, grills, barbecues. Patagonian lamb. Sweet chocolates. Browns. Shops, crafts and clothing. Lots of clothes, lots of shopping. That is El Calafate, the most flourishing city in the recent Argentina. New buildings, everywhere. And a great avenue, where the movement is concentrated foreigner. Up and down. Has grown from 6,000 inhabitants. 7 years ago now have 17,000. And still growing. Hunger

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card. I happened again, I left the card at the cashier. The time between giving you money and asking if you want to perform some operation, it is too long and until you learn me tend to forget, some so badly that I lose. I consumed six, four and two credit debit Fortunately connection with the Caixa in Spain has worked to perfection and RB Henar it seems worthy to me. Email, drop, high and new application. Thanks H. And the views of the Peninsula during this trip has fueled my hunger rack.


err Patagonia steppe. No way live here. It would be like ... damn me to suffer for life. The air is unbearable. Mind you, I speak, others may seem like paradise, but those winds ... the complete lack of trees, the beauty of Patagonia is a myth that surrounds the Andean part of the southern Argentina, the rest is pure DRYLAND, packed sheep. Large steppe areas that I travel, the monotony of the landscape, err, it is very hard. In the distance some farm (ranch, farm). Miles and miles of plain, pure wilderness. The desert is gaining ground. The people who live there must be a special forging. I admire them. If you come to Patagonia to rest to be forgotten, here is to walk, or come to give you walking in mountain areas and / or in the sea to see bugs, or permanent home you hide from the wind.

Perito Moreno ... a flip
10% of the land area is ice. Nature has become transformed. He has put on ice, pure ice, a landscape shaped by a huge mass of water-white, ice is not white, not transparent, a great language, whose depth is lost in the horizon down unstoppable, sweeping everything in its way. It is a glacier . Ice, no snow, ice pure 2 m per day progresses, the Perito is one of the few to move forward and not back, "is a flip. Observe how collapsing blocks of 60 m (20 floors), tons of ice to dissolve in water and at the same time is nothing to the grandeur of the glacier, is a flip too fat. Hear, hear the loud noise "scares" that is created when a block is another apparent flip, more if possible, because it ignores the crack of nature. The small tsunami that was created after the collision is another flip. Its five km wide are impossible to cover in sight, only from afar can appreciate its beauty, the romance of the place. About ... beauty is other, more aggressive, more powerful, more Lysergic.