I thought I had reached the Caribbean in the middle of the Andes. The water was a 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.
It is inevitable, the image of a lake invites the nap of the senses, conveys peace and the restless spirit of a traveler often find solace in its banks. The lakes are a good starting point and a beautiful finish.
"Do not know the southern road?"- We asked the owner of a stay when, For many years, we made our first trip in Patagonia. (...) Some years later, I spent three weeks to tour almost its entire length.