Valdivia :: Chile
Where else can you climb a volcano and expect half a cow on a BBQ when you get home?
Places: Pucon & Valdivia.
Coolest thing I did: Spent 4 and a half hours climbing a volcano and then sliding back down it on the snow in about 30 mins.
Coolest thing I didn´t know: There is a wine grape here called Carmenere that came from France but has been extinct there for 150 years or so and now only exists in Chile.
Now I feel like I'm on holiday. Even though Pucon turned out to be a small alpine town that totally exists to cater to the tourists it was probably the highlight of Chile thus far. The day we got off the night bus was under a perfect blue sky and you could see the snow covered cone of the Villarica volcano at the end of the street, complete with billowing funnel of smoke. It seriously looks like one of those volcanoes that you draw as a kid, a cone with a flat top and smoke coming out, a kind of Platonic form of volcanoes, and pretty soon you discover the number one reason everyone is in town is to climb it.
You also discover pretty soon that these people are not mucking around. You get up at 6am to start the climb and you pretty much have to take all their equipment, including down to the boots unless you've prepared and brought serious shoes yourself. When you open your pack and see spikes, several layers of waterproof gear and an ice pick you know you're not in for a leisurely climb. It's about 5 hours from the car park to the crater but 4 hours of that is through snow on a slope that they use for a black run when the volcano hosts a ski resort in winter. There is also an option to skip the first hour by taking a chairlift up, but out of our group of 12 the 5 youngest and stupidest men decided that would be cheating and decided to walk up that bit too. Funnily enough, once the first one said he'd climb it my man brain took over and I had to as well.
So I've been up volcanoes before, but I've never climbed a snow covered mountain ever and it is really hard going. I did manage to keep up with the front runners the whole way (marathon training may still be paying dividends) but by the time we reached the top I was really feeling the lack of exercise since September. Having said that the views in every direction were amazing, you can see several other volcanoes in each direction and have a lovely photo to take over the town of Pucon with the lake it rests on. That alone would have been worth it, but the ride down made me think I'd nearly have done it all again the next day.
One of the things they put in your pack I've christened the arse slider, because I can't remember what the Spanish name for it was. It's basically a bum sized hard plastic seat with a handle on the front which goes between your legs and you simply point both your feet to the ground and let gravity do the rest. You end up soaked to the bum and with a heap of snow in your face but it's heaps of fun.
The only way you could top that was this kid from Colorado who climbed up with us carrying a rented snowboard. I had jokingly said to the guide it would be awesome to ride a board down and he was quite serious when he said they'd rent me one if I carried it up myself. One look over the East face of the mountain (we slid down the much shallower North face, but the snow was far too messy to board down) told me I'm nowhere near a good enough boarder to have taken that on. This guy just disappeared and I don't think he touched either edge into the snow for a good 100 or 200m directly down. Maybe next time.
So how do you top that? Well the next day the call was made to try hydrospeed, which is the stupidest name for a sport ever. Basically you take these massive fat foam body boards with arm holes cut into them and go down rapids. You know, because doing that in a boat doesn't get you close enough to submerged rocks with your face. We had a very good guide who was good at showing us the right way to go to not end up underwater and despite a little bit of bashing each other over the head with the boards and kicking each other in the fact with our fins it's also never feels at all dangerous. Everyone ended the hour and a half with a massive grin on their face and I would strongly recommend it as an activity if you're ever anywhere with a river fed by melting snow. The water should have been freezing, even in a wetsuit but you're moving so much you hardly feel it.
So while most parts of Chile I've been travelling in are known for their seafood the Chileans like nothing better than a good BBQ, or Asado as I've found out they're called. For the first time in years I've actually fallen back in love with hostel life again and last night's Adsdo was a big contributor to that. I ended up in a place called El Refugio, run by a Dutch guy that's never going back and the atmosphere in the place was such that everyone felt at home and there was always a big group to share a litre of beer or just talk crap with. We invited a few of the travelling companions that have been picked up along the way who were staying in other places in Pucon and they all said they felt a different vibe. I suppose these days most of the hostel kids spend all their time on Facebook at nights so it's good to have that family feel hostels used to have before wifi. Sorry, grumpy old backpacker rant over.
So an asado is a BBQ cooked over charcoal and the staples are Chorizo hotdogs and big slide of beef simply cut into inch thick strips and handed around. Add to that we'd all chipped in for enough beer and wine to keep us going from about 7pm to midnight and it made for a messy night. I think that one night alone furnished the travelling group with quite a few recruits for Christmas at the bottom of the world, which looks like the current plan.
So a short, hungover bus ride has me sitting in Valdivia, and unfortunately due to it chucking it down rain outside I'm sitting inside writing this. I've had a constant travel companion who I met on the way from the airport to the hostel in Santiago from Perth, James who has been happy enough to let me dictate travel plans thus far, but he easily talked me into stopping off here to drink at the Kuntsmann brewery, which so far has been easily one of the better beers I've sampled in Chile. That's on tonight so at least if the weather ends up repeating itself tomorrow I can spent some quality time sleeping. After that it's over the boarder for the first sneaky trip into Argentina to Bariloche, which I'm still yet to hear a bad word about.
If the beer is called Kuntsmann it might also explain why everyone in this room seems to be speaking German. And is on Facebooking on their computers and ignoring each other.
As a side note I met this guy in Pucon who has been riding his motorcycle from Toronto to Tierra del Fuego (via Alaska for the hell of it). Check out the website as it's truly an awesome feat.