During the last two days we had to recover from all the stress of preperation. Hence, we decided to rent a car and pay our friends, the penguins a visit. We also planned a little hiking trip on the island Isla Riesco, northwest of Punta Arenas.
On Wednesday morning Rokos was the first one up and went to get the rental car. Due to some lucky circumstances we did not get the ordered car of category ‘mini’ as a coupe but instead a little bigger one with four doors. Neverthelees, we had some problems to squeeze all the backpacks and the camera equipment into the car. First we drove northwards and missed the turn towards the “Pingüinos”. After 38 km of gravel road we reached our feathered friends, which looke pretty satisfied even without snow and ice. The majority of them has been busy and was not waiting the whole day for the bus as they do at our lcale soological garden at home ;-). Back to gravel road and further north to catch the ferry to Isla Riesco. The road felt a hundred kilometers long and went through downright desert. However, we have seen one or the other animal, such as flamingos and some flightless birds.
At Isla Riesco we drove the road along the north coast as long as our rental car was able to bear it. Afterwards, we went on with our backpacks. On the way towards the last estancia we heard some curious sounds coming to us over some hills. Every team member had different thoughts about the origin of these sounds. Noise of a chainsaw was maybe the most exotic. instead of all that the noise was produced by a flock of pent-up cattle, separated from their calfs and newly branded.
When we passed the estancia we got to appreciate our four-legged friends for the second time on this trip. This time not beeing served as steaks on the plate but as trailblazer through knee-high thorny undergrowth. Aim of our little adventure was a peninsula with a georgeous bay and a camp ground that deserved at least three stars. After having a nother test meal in the evening and when all the photo experiments came to an end we went into our sleepingbags to be fit for another hiking trip the next morning. The wind was quite strong that evening. The hike took about one and a half hour through lawns, undergrowth, over hills and at the beach to a little decayed cabin. here, we had a view over the peninsula and enjoyed nature. When we came back we found Rokos, who stood behind and was taking photographs, laying in his sleeping bag in front of the tent, where he was with some pleasure trinking wine and reading a book. Currently we are about to check the alleged photographic activities! After we packed everything back together we went back to the car. Rokos drove back when there was nobody else willing to do so and steered with ease back to the ferry. At some points we got the impression that the road belonged somehow to Rallye Dakar. Back in Punta Arenas we unloaded the equipment and went of to Zona France for shopping.