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.
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South of the world ends with an outburst. Where the Andes are ending, nature reserves a final festival of stones. We crossed the border of Chile and a farewell because the other side, only vicunas and rheas govern the untamed land of green lakes and mountains impossible.
Cerca de los bosques de araucarias, entre los Andes y los lagos de agua glacial vive un hombre llamado Alvarino. Tal vez ahí acaba su historia, con su nombre, pues al gritarlo sólo el eco de las montañas parece responder.
I looked at that plateau. I could not believe that there had been born in Patagonia. Sure ... I owe an explanation to the reader. Patagonia was born there but the myth of Patagonia as a wild and mysterious. I was in Puerto San Julian in the search, as always, of stories, anecdotes and wild. There, against the infinite blue of the Atlantic, are given both: history and nature.
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.
"The traveler goes there always smaller, quieter, because the glaciers are by definition immense and silent. Imposes its colossal size and if they get split, its only thunder sticks in the memory as a centuries crunch impossible to forget."
Over 150 years, Argentina and Chile fought the Andes of Patagonia. Complaints, charges, traps and even threats were used on dozens of issues in dispute. Along with my wife went to visit one of the most controversial points of this frontier.