“Don't stop going there, you will deviate from the path but believe me, It will be worth it. " That was the passionate advice of a Brazilian motorist, called Felipe, with which we agree in a remote gas station of the Patagonian roads in Argentina. Talked about Lake General Carrera, that acquires that name in Chilean territory, Well, the same lake is known as "Buenos Aires" when Argentine shores bathe.
The name was the least. Felipe's description was eloquent: "indigo, Water is an indigo blue ", The motorist said when evoking his passage through the lake. To get there we had to give a remarkable detour, A delay that would undoubtedly punish us later with endless days on rippies, But I have always believed that adventure lies in trusting others, in getting carried away by the most vehement stories of those travelers who the road is responsible for presenting you.
I have always believed that adventure lies in trusting others
There we go then, crossing a night that was neither blue nor moderately blue. It was black and uncomfortable and between the potholes of the path and the hours behind the wheel, The oaths and mentions of the Brazilian had us awake. We stayed in a house-host of a town whose name we never know, But that place looked out to the lake and went at dawn when we understood the fervor of that biker.
I thought I had reached the Caribbean in the middle of the Andes. As he said, Felipe, The water was of an indigo blue on, sometimes turquoise and emerald tone in some banks. We move into the lake as one sees light at end of tunnel, almost by inertia, hypnotism plunged a shining water between snow-capped mountains.
Like a insane I threw myself into the hug of water and jumped into the lake with an animal queen.
I dispensed with the shower and as I launched myself to the hug of water and jumped into the lake with an animal love. The idiocy lasted what lasted the ice cream chill of glacial water. But we were delighted, absorbed by that glow. What was going to be a fleeting visit lasted all day. We rent a boat and enter General Carrera. We recorded the wonder of a Patagonian lake with sea vocation.
To crown the eccentric of that place, Rocks in such unlikely ways arise that it looks like an artifice game, A magic trick. Some are held by fine pillars, mocking, others form caves for which our boat was sneaking.
The marble cathedral is the boldest of those capricious stones. Emerges as a sanctuary among transparent waters. We spend the day recording their forms, its context as cold as beautiful. Only after the afternoon we managed to stop recording the lake. The road ascended to be able to provide a last goodbye to General Carrera in all its magnitude. Thanks Felipe.
