The cold I've always elegant result, without the birdsong and the murmur of the rain. The cold does not usually say anything. It has something hypnotic that blue ice, the mist at dawn, snow. I have chosen seven white landscapes, seven secluded corners where at least I felt so marginalized that I thought I was going to map.
"El viajero siempre se va de allí más pequeño, 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."
"Natural Park" is a concept invented by man to define some of the wonders of the world. The term "park" the wilderness more accessible, humanizes, but the truth is that in these seven "parks" the traveler feels small or overwhelmed, or both.
Perito Moreno, Bariloche Torres del Paine, three places in Patagonia that no one travel to this beautiful southern region may be lost. By Gerardo Bartolomé
In 2003, along with my wife, stopped three days at the Inn Puerto Blest, an arm of Lake Nahuel Huapi, which flows into the mountains almost to the border with Chile. The boat passed us along to an island which is buried a beloved character for Argentina: Perito Moreno. Even today it is the custom of the boats to sound the horn three times in salute.
On the morning of 30 April 1902 Holdich convinced Moreno to go to school in the valley. When the Argentine and English arrived, the boys sang the anthem of Argentina. Holdich, between intrigued and excited, wondered aloud whether they preferred to be from Argentina or Chile. All responded in unison "Argentina!”, although with a foreign accent.
Wanted to spend a winter holiday of tranquility and comfort and for this we chose a small hotel with all amenities in a very special, Bahia Manzano. (...) That this experience different from all that lived when the Perito Moreno, exploring the area, became apparent to the Chief guest Sayhueque, about 130 years back.
The naturalist and his assistant kept digging, looking to find what they believed. The cave was large and had spent several days digging in various places. When they were about to give up the shovel dug up a hide with fur intact. "It's the skin of a milodon!”, exclaimed the enthusiastic naturalist to examine.
The truck moved slowly along the way but every time there was more snow. Already reached mid wheel. My wife, with GPS, I said that there was still climbing 300 meters to reach the top step (port, as they say in Spain). "Three hundred meters is a lot," I thought.
We were in front of the Perito Moreno glacier, undoubtedly the most amazing glacier world. This is a huge tongue of ice two miles wide coming down from the ice fields on the southern Andes, Lago Argentino cutting as it would have dreamed of escaping from Egypt Moses.