Eat, Drink, and Get Sick

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We made a one-day stopover in Huanchaco, Peru to break up the bus trip from Cuenca, Ecuador to Lima, Peru. Here we found a lovely hostel that starts their day with an 8am yoga session on the top floor of the building overlooking the ocean. We rented surfboards and wet suits for the day. The waves were pretty inconsistent and a little lame so it was a tough practice day. We’re slowly learning that conditions (wind, waves, break, etc.) vary wildly and finding the right spot is half the battle! However, the sunset was something special to behold.

First sunset back on the Pacific coast.

We enjoyed some nice meals while in Huanchacho including a sushi restaurant that had ceviche style rolls! Yum. Coons was all about the street food, although his fruit and granola bowl was probably the most delicious breakfast he’s had thus far on the trip!

So good it could be art.

After Huanchaco, we had three days in Lima, Peru before our flight to Patagonia. There are so many different districts to see, but we mostly stuck to Miraflores and Barranaco. Our hostel in the Miraflores district was walking distance to the Kennedy park which is full of twisting trees and beautiful red, yellow, and orange flowers. It is also said to be home to hundreds of cats!

Wandering through Kennedy Park.

Kourtney was particularly excited to go to Parque del Amor, an alcove overlooking the ocean with colorfully tiled walls covered with romantic sayings. In the center of the park is a statue of two lovers embracing in a passionate kiss. There is a bridge nearby where lovers place locks and throw away the key. It was a beautiful sentiment celebrating love!

There’s nothing subtle about the Parque del Amor.

After we had been walking a couple of hours, we decided to stop at a cafe near the water for some refreshments. Coons ordered a smoothie and Kourtney ordered a coffee frappe. From our view was the ocean below where we could see children swimming and surfers enjoying the waves. Maybe we would have had better luck with the surf in Lima? Continuing on our tour of the city, we headed to Plaza de Armas where we saw the famous yellow government buildings, the cathedral, and guards standing outside the governor’s palace. The architecture never gets old!

Something was going on there… lots of music and people marching around.

We spent the evening at the Parque De La Reserva where we enjoyed an impressive Fantasia light show from the park’s large water fountain. It is so fun what you can do with water and light! Walking around the park were several other fountains that kids were splashing around in. Lima’s temperature is quite warm, so this must be the place to be most days of the year!

Fantasia light show in the park.

Since we were in the capital of Peru, we obviously had to have more ceviche! So we went to Barro Maretazo to enjoy another decadent dish of fish, onion, cilantro, chili pepper, and lemon/lime juice. After, we walked around the rest of Miraflores, watching an intense outdoor chess match, and sampling some local brewpubs.

On our last morning in Lima we headed to the Barranco neighborhood, one of our favorite districts due to its bohemian feel. It is a small area overlooking the water with tons of restaurants, bars, and street art.

Under the bridge in Barranco.

In the city center is a nice sized park with trees, flowers, fountains, and a library. The walls are covered with street art, so there is no shortage of stuff to see. Disappointed in the Miraflores bar scene, we were really excited for a hipper district. We walked to Barranco Brewing Company looking for some shelter from the hot sun. Google says that the place opens at noon, but when we opened the door, a woman told us to come back in one hour, which didn’t give us much time before we needed to head toward the airport. This was the case for many other bars with the exception of Barbarian Brewing who actually opens when they say they do on Google. We hit the jackpot and ended up staying until the last possible minute we had to spare! We enjoyed blueberry beers, a mango infused IPA, a pizza pale ale, and a coffee pale ale. What an awesome find!

A great way to end our time in Lima!

After Patagonia and our time spent in the middle of the continent, we headed back to Peru to explore the south of the country and the fantastic hiking it has to offer. First on our list was Colca Canyon. We traveled to Arequipa after the salt flat tour in Uyuni, Bolivia which meant a bus, then another bus, then a taxi, a border crossing, then a tuk-tuk, and then one more bus. So we were really looking forward to stretching our legs. Before we set out, we stocked up on food (we finally found peanut butter after two long months) and enjoyed the first episode of Game of Thrones — thanks to a VPN and Mama Coons for sharing her HBO info!

On day one of our Colca Canyon trip, we walked down to the Colca River on an overcast but warm day.

Hiking down into the second deepest canyon in the world.

The trail was rocky and dusty, but the hike went by fast discussing GoT and our recent reading material. We made it over the bridge and to the first village; we did some shopping around at the two hostels in the town and decided on the second, Casa de Rebelino, because of the awesome view!

We could get used to this.

We had a delicious dinner of alpaca, rice, and avocado (which grow on the property) with lots and lots of fresh herbs for our tea. We highly recommend this place because of the friendly owner and all of the fun animals running around! The next day we headed towards Sangalle, nicknamed the Oasis, which is the most popular destination on this trek and gets its name from the lush green setting and pools at every hostel.

It truly was an oasis in the desert.

It was a quick hike, but we were surprisingly sweaty despite the cloud cover, so we immediately changed into our suits and enjoyed a beer in the pool. We spent a lot of time reading and trying to update our Instagram blog with our Salt Flat adventures when we could get enough WiFi.

The third day was the big day — we needed to get back to our hostel in Cabanaconde, repack, and make it to the town square before our bus departed at 11am. We left at 7am and headed straight up, 3,000 feet over 2 miles, to reach the top of the canyon. Of course, the sun showed up and the clouds left, leaving us to bake on the way up, but we made it back to town in good time — just in time to wait around until noon for the bus to leave (🙄). Two back-to-back buses and a comida typico meal of soup, chicken and rice later, we arrived in Cusco, Peru.

Cusco is an old city rich with history and very popular with tourists. It used to be the capital of the Incan empire, but now it’s nice to look at and easy to get around with lots of bars and restaurants to satisfy the hordes of gringos. Since it was our anniversary we decided to go to dinner at a Mexican restaurant as is our tradition on all special occasions; the food was muy bueno!

Happy anniversary!

We also got a chance to meet up with Cally and Luke again for drinks and dinner; again there are no pictures as there was so much talking! Miss you two!

The next day we started our first of five days on the Ausangate trek, our longest unsupported and most remote hike of our trip. The Ausangate mountain is the second highest mountain in southern Peru at 21,000 feet and completely covered in ice and snow. The trek is a circuit around the mountain and all takes place above 14,000 feet. On the first day, we started with a relatively easy walk to Upis where we linked up with two Norwegian guys also looking to do the loop.  We arrived around 4pm and set up camp. Immediately a gentleman came to welcome us and collect money. We pulled out our cooking equipment and started preparing our nightly meal of pasta with tuna, onions, and peppers in a mushroom sauce — fancy, right?!

Getting ready to feast.

It smelled so delicious that a couple of perros got into a fight over who might get our scraps. It tasted so good we ate the whole thing — sorry perros! When it turned dark, we retreated to our tent for a podcast and a long night’s sleep. Two more gentlemen would approach us looking for money before we left that camp the next day (snooze you lose, amigos). When we woke the next morning our tent was completely frosted over!

Ice on our tent would be a common theme for this trek.

We set everything out in the sun to dry, but we definitely got a later start than Coons would have wanted — Kourtney, however, was ecstatic for the chance to enjoy a mug of coffee.

The next day was the toughest as we had to cross over two high mountain passes. Along with the high altitude, it also started to rain, sleet, and then eventually hail during our hike.

These little things hurt!

However, the day did yield some beautiful views of waterfalls and bright blue lakes.

Each lake was a different color due to the glacier runoffs.

Arriving at our second campsite, we had views of rainbow-ish-looking mountains and a big glacier on the opposite side which we listened to calve all night.

An amazing view from our second campsite.
Not a bad way to wake up.

It was tough to determine which of us had a better view from the tent window.

The third day was probably our favorite, despite starting straight up for an hour and a half over the tallest pass of the trip. It was tough but totally worth it at the top, standing a little over 17,000 feet. The coolest thing about the view was that the mountain ranges were completely different in every direction; there were mountains covered in ice and snow, dry desert mountains, and mountains with shrubbery and rocks.

From desert hues
to deep reds, the mountains had it all.

The rest of the day was fairly easy and brought great views, llamas and alpacas galore, and later in the day, mucho, mucho rain. It rained so much that we had planned on continuing on to the next campsite but had to turn around; we cooked in the tent, and Kourtney didn’t leave the tent for almost 15 hours. Please hold your applause until the end.

It’s not always sunshine and rainbows.

The fourth day was tough with the cold, wind, rain, and snow. It was a slow, steady walk up the final pass of the trip. The top was filled with cairns and neon green grass unlike any we have ever seen. Unfortunately, due to the weather, the views were not spectacular, but hey, when you go where the clouds go, you can’t always get the best views. After the pass we descended through the clouds and were treated to views of lakes and one last look back at Ausangate.

Until next time.

There was more sneaky uphill before finally, we started down until we reached the first bit of civilization we’d seen in days. This small town had hostels with beds and hot springs…. like really hot. So we decided to splurge on all of the above. It felt luxurious to bath in the warm water and sleep in a bed (and not wake up with a frozen tent).

On the last day, we got up and walked on the only road back to Tinke. On the way, we walked with two little girls on their way to school for a little bit and chatted with them before they were picked up by a friendly parent. We arrived in the city square and our bus back to Cusco arrived probably five minutes later. Yahtzee! We had one more full day to relax and prepare for our next five-day trek to the Salkantay and finally Machu Picchu. The night before we set out, we decided to try cuy, or guinea pig, a local delicacy. We went to the best restaurant, KusiKuy. You have to order ahead of time because it takes an hour to cook, and Coons’ barber said we ought to have it fried. The owner brought it out head and all so we could snap pictures, and kindly took it back to the kitchen to cut up into four chicken-wing-style pieces.

Full marks for presentation.

It was pretty delicious — tasted like salty chicken — but that’s what they all say, right?!

Feeling well fed and slightly rested, it was time for our final adventure in Peru, the Salkantay trek ending in Machu Picchu. Fresh off carrying our gear and cooking all of our own meals for five days, we decided to splurge a bit on this trek. We got what we paid for, our Salkantay trek was swanky! Staying in accommodations best described as glamping, we carried small day packs and horses/vans carried the rest of our belongings. Our guides’ name was Hermo and he led us to comfortable sky domes and jungle huts each night and would wake us up with coca tea every morning!

We spent the first night in sky domes.

The first day was relatively easy, and we made it up to gorgeous lake Humantay surrounded by a glacial mountain.

Breathtaking!

That night we had a feast with our group including the chef’s version of bananas foster with pisco! The next day was a little more strenuous — almost 15 miles up the “gringo killer” trail over the Salkantay pass and down to the next campsite. We got peeps of the mountain when the clouds would move, but the weather was a little hazy until we got down to lower elevation.

A brief view of Salkantay mountain.

Coons wasn’t feeling well on the tail end of day two and had a fever overnight, so on day three he took the bus with the cooks and Kourtney did the hike with the rest of the group which led to a coffee farm near the end of the day. The coffee was insanely sour but she still enjoyed the experience.

Roasting some coffee.

Coons probably shouldn’t have hiked the next day, but determined to tough it out, he walked the 14 plus miles to Aguas Calientes. We had dinner and drinks at Machu Pisco to celebrate the tough day (well one of us did) and get ready for the final day, Machu Picchu.

We arrived at Machu Picchu at 6am the next morning when it was still relatively quiet and listened to a short history of its discovery from our tour guide.

Early morning views of Machu Picchu.

After an hour or so walking around with Hermo, it was our time to hike Mount Machu Picchu which is over 2,000 Inca stone steps up to the top! Let us tell you — the Incas are the original stair masters!

We saw some amazing views despite the overcast day!

We got our pictures and hurried back down to walk through the rest of the archeological site. Seventy percent of the site is still original and you can tell where it has been restored because the restoration looks worse than the original (😂). No one can do it like Incas can! Saving the best for last, Machu Picchu was one of the things we were most excited for in our Peruvian travels, and it was an incredible experience being in this sacred place hundreds of years after the Incas.

We were lucky enough to be able to get pictures before the crowds (and the rain).

At this point, probably all 3,267 people admitted during the morning where there and it became quite crowded; we were running out of time to follow the slow, single track out, but we made it out in time to get back to our hostel, grab a quick bite to eat, and catch the train at 1pm. The day went by very quickly — Kourtney wanted more time — and Coons wanted a bed and a bathroom.

Because Coons was feeling so ill, we decided after 10 days of hiking, we really ought to take it easy, so we extended our stay in Cusco another five days. Coons got some much-needed rest and Kourtney continued to enjoy the food scene. It also gave us a chance to meet up with two friends from the salt flat tour, Yeoibom and Dean.

Enjoying beers at the Paqcha Brew Pub.

They were cooking Korean BBQ for a brewery they were volunteering at, and they invited us to join them before our … you guessed it … night bus out of Peru. The food, craft brews, and company were delightful, and we always enjoy catching up with new friends made along the way! Thanks you two!

Water, Wine, and Sand

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Fresh off a few weeks in Patagonia, we landed in Buenos Aires, retrieved our big bags, and hopped into an Uber to our Airbnb. Then we got pulled over. Uber is apparently illegal in BA (as it is in many countries in South America) so despite us trying to pretend that we didn’t speak Spanish, we were kicked out of the car, reprimanded by airport transportation security, and the driver got a ticket which he said Uber would pay. Take two: in a (more expensive) taxi, we headed straight for our Airbnb in San Telmo. We were insanely excited for this place after weeks of either sleeping in hostel bunk beds or on the ground. Having the whole place to ourselves was a luxury!

Our very own couch!

That night we met up with Cally and Luke from the O Circuit trek at a fancy Thai restaurant. Unfortunately, there are no pictures because there was so much chatting. We hope you two are well!

We had some errands to run the next morning; we had lost the mirrorless camera lens cover on one of the suspension bridges in Torres del Paine, and Coons had been using a sock to keep it protected, which looked pretty hilarious, and he got a lot of compliments on his cleverness. Buenos Aires seemed like the city to get a new one. We found a street seemingly dedicated to camera accessories and found one in no time! Luckily for us, there was a pizza place nearby that other bloggers highly recommended. Pizzería Güerrin did not disappoint! You have to weave through other customers to the register where you order and pay for your food — it reminded us of late night slices in college. We settled on three pieces to share: a cheese, a veggie, and a red pepper/olive slice with ham & cheese in the middle.

Fork & knife required.

After paying, you hand your ticket to the next man behind the counter who gets your slices ready while you grab silverware and (of course) beer. You post up, standing, at any counter space you can find. The place was absolutely packed! The dough was so fluffy and thick and just smothered in cheese. No need for toppings, the cheese was by far our favorite. Mucho queso!

We walked to the park to see the government center, a famously pink mansion where the President of BA lives.

Plaza del Mayo.

After crossing these must-dos off the tourist list, we set out to watch tango dancers. We went back near our hostel to another park where they have outdoor seating and servers are happy to bring refreshments while patrons enjoy the show. Instead of tango dancers, this firecracker got on stage with a guitarist and accordionist and treated the crowd to a song and dance.

Those heels!

In true South American fashion, the tango dancers would not come on until much later. Having some time to kill, we walked to Bier Life, to sample some locally made beer. We tried different variations of their honey beer while enjoying their outdoor garden and funky signs.

When it was time for tango, we went back to the park and sure enough there were tango dancers setting up their stage. This gentleman took a few minutes to teach Kourtney a couple of moves; let’s just say she’s more of a leader than a follower!

Mr. Steal yo’ Girl.

The tango is so precise and intimate — the dancers were so lovely. We watched them for so long we didn’t start dinner back at our place until 10pm.

Saturday, we set out to visit the colorful district of La Boca. Although it is quite vibrant, we were a little disappointed, for La Boca is slowly losing its historic charm to cater to tourists. There were two colorful streets packed with souvenir shops, and the rest of the streets are destitute. We wouldn’t put this on our “must see” list of the city.

It was hard to get a picture without tourists.

After enjoying a coffee and smoothie by the harbor, we quickly hopped back on the bus to navigate back to our place.

Cally and Luke had talked about the famous cemetery and a cultural center nearby in Recoleta, so we decided to check that out. We were wondering if we’d enjoy this cemetery as much as we did the one in Guatemala during “El Dia De Los Muertos” and we did but for very different reasons. In Guatemala, there was much more of a community feel; there are memorials for the rich and the poor and it seemed everyone was welcome, but in Recoleta the buildings looked like monuments and some were valued (we overheard) at 21 million dollars!

Still they were stunning to look at!

The cultural center was definitely a highlight for us in Buenos Aires! Full of evocative historical and political pieces, we walked through numerous rooms, moved by the local artists and their vibrant, opinionated collections. Kourtney particularly enjoyed the hall dedicated to the Women’s Rights Movement!

No more fear.

On our way to lunch, we walked by more breweries promising on Google to be open, but alas, closed. This is a city that does NOT like day drinking. Other bloggers were raving about this little empanaderia called La Cocina. In this small little nook, we enjoyed chicken, spicy beef, and something called picachu. One can always count on Coons to try any unnamed food item — the picachu is a mix of onion, cheese, and a special sauce, which turned out to be our favorite. That night we spent some quality time relaxing in our Airbnb and watching the new hit Netflix movie, Tres Fronteras. Who doesn’t love a good heist movie where the gang comes back for one more job?

Sunday is a big day for the San Telmo area as most of the streets close down so local vendors and artists can line the blocks to sell their antiques, jewelry, and crafts. We walked along the crowded streets for a while until it was time to catch our ferry to Colonia de la Sacramento, Uruguay. In Uruguay, our goal was to relax for some Surf & Sun, but you’ve already read all about that…right?!

We would return to Buenos Aires again to celebrate Coons’ birthday with beer, ice cream, and an 18-hour bus ride to Puerto Iguazu. We did ride in style though with full cama seats, movies, and cocktails.

Whiskey & a movie — happy 32.

Puerto Iguazú exists to bus tourists to the national park every twenty minutes, provide them accommodations, and a few places to eat. Otherwise, the place is pretty quiet. We found a hostel with air conditioning — thank goodness — but no kitchen. So we set out that night for Van Burger. Coons had the Super Van, a double stack of beef, with cheese, tomato, and caramelized onions. Kourtney had the M Van, beef with blue cheese and malbec-soaked pears.

Both were incredibly delicious!

The next morning we set out for Iguazú Falls. There are boardwalks along the upper and lower section of the falls and we decided to walk it in that order before ending on the highlight, Garganta del Diablo (Devil’s Throat to all you gringos out there). The waterfalls stretch 1.7 miles in two levels of curtains from Argentina to Brazil and reach up to 269 feet tall. We definitely enjoyed the lower section of the boardwalk because we got up close and personal with some of the falls and we could see a rainbow the whole time!

No pot of gold though.

The views kept getting better every turn we made; not to mention all of the animals we saw along the way!

The butterflies were everywhere.

According to Wikipedia, on average the water falls at 61,600 cubic feet per second! The water flows at its fiercest at the Devil’s Throat. We were able to see the 360 views of the falls which meant that we got totally soaked as its mist can reach near 500 feet! This was an absolutely incredible experience from start to finish!

SO. MUCH. WATER.

From Puerto Iguazú, we took back-to-back overnight buses with a short stopover in Resistencia. We spent the day taking over a small corner of Cafe Martinez, working on the blog and budget spreadsheet. We like the idea of night buses because it’s like a two-for-one: we get transportation and accommodation for one price!

Finally arriving in Salta, we spent one day relaxing and trying to obtain Kourtney’s Bolivian visa; you need a lot of information for this including $160 USD in perfect condition, a copy of a yellow fever vaccination, passport photo, proof of financial means, itinerary, confirmation of accommodations, and reservations for leaving Bolivia (geeeez). The consulate was closed the first day, and when we went back the next day, they were out of stamps, so stayed tuned to find out if Kourtney makes it to Bolivia — Coons already has a visa from his travels five years ago.

Anyway, we were there to rent a car so we could go cruise the area for a couple of days, so we went to Hertz to pick up our little standard, two-wheel drive Nissan. As if driving a manual in cities isn’t bad enough, there are no stop signs at most four-way intersections in town. Whyyyyyyy? Coons killed it (no one else though) and got us out of town safely and onto the open road towards Humahuaca. Cruising along, we came to a police checkpoint. We didn’t have our lights on, so the cop brought Coons into the station for a ticket. He was given a choice: a 250 peso ticket or a 100 peso gift for the officer. So he handed over a 100 peso bill which the cop swiftly put in his pocket before sending us on our way.

Given how lucky we’ve been when hitchhiking, we decided to #payitforward and we picked up two different couples hitchhiking on our way. We even brought Ines and Edu, a couple from Spain, up to the 14 Colors Mountain which was our major excursion for the day. This mountain is incredible!

Can you count all 14 colors?

We had to much fun talking to them that we got happy hour drinks and dinner afterward.

The next morning we packed up our wet tent and headed towards Cachi up some awesome switchbacks and down some roads where the rocks threatened to put a hole in our poor Nissan’s exhaust. On the way, there was another seven colors mountain with a small hike, so we decided to stretch our legs and have a look!

Are there really only seven colors?

We made a short detour to visit the Argentinian salt flats and practice some perspective photos. While not nearly as massive as the ones in Bolivia, they still provided us a great canvas.

Who needs CrossFit when you have wine?

At one point on the dirt road, a truck stopped us and said that the pass was closed, so we had to turn around and find a different route to Cachi. After ten hours of driving, we decided to find a camp spot for the night near the river with the cows.

Thanks, iOverlander for the free campsite.

On the third day, we packed up another wet tent (thank goodness for blue sky days and desert heat) and started cruising down more dirt roads, but this time we saw a herd of llamas!

Why did the llama cross the road?

The road towards the “other” wine country in Cafayate soon turned muddy and cloudy as we drove through a national park.

Day 3 turned red and rainy.

The cool thing about this journey was that the landscape was always changing from multi-colored mountains, to rolling valleys covered in cacti, to red rocks, to salt flats, to green landscapes covered with grape trees. Some of the driving was treacherous, and we really pushed the limits of what a two-wheel drive Nissan could and should do.

Once in Cafayate, we stopped into Bodega Domingo Molina for a tour and wine tasting. The tour was awesome because we got to see the whole process from truck to fermentation. Our guide even let us climb on the tanks to peer inside!

Our tour guide went above and beyond.

The tasting consisted of five wines: a white Torrentés, two of their high-end Merlots, a Malbec and a Tannat from their sister bodega, Domingo Hermanos, and a sweet red Malbec. The whole tour and tasting only cost $11 and came with cheese and crackers! Walking around the winery there are thousands of vines — ranging from ten years old to the Pachamama vine that is 120 years old! There is a nice sitting area outside and cacti all over the place! We adored this winery mucho!

Our private wine tasting area.

We visited two more wineries: Bodega Nanni and El Transito. In Nanni, we got to see the bottling and labeling process which was really neat. El Transito was very beautiful inside, and one lady was kind enough to let us try wines even though they were closing (a half hour before Google says, of course).

The wall in El Transito.

Kourtney started developing a fancier taste, enjoying wine that’s been aged in French or American oak barrels (and therefore more expensive), and Coons started to change his tune about some of the whites.

For dinner, we heard that we had to try Locro, a thick creamy soup, muy popular in Northern Argentina, so we shared a bowl with a bottle of Syrah. It was delicious! Then we went to Bad Brothers, a restaurant with exquisite tapas and their own bottled reds. After our fancy romantic dinner for two, we retired back to our tent for our last night on the road. Before we left the next afternoon, we decided to stop at Helados Miranda, who is the creator of wine ice cream as it clearly says on the sign outside.

One happy boy.

We both got two scoops: Torrentés white and Cabernet red. It was so yummy! Smart woman that Miranda.

Next up — another night bus from Salta at 1am with a border crossing into Chile on our way to San Pedro de Atacama, Chile. This spot is a tourist mecca. Information centers and tours galore! Due to the inflated prices of everything, we decided to book only one tour: sandboarding with Sandboard San Pedro. We went in the morning because the afternoons are brutally hot! In the Valle de la Muerte, just outside town, resides a 400-foot sand dune just begging to be shredded. We laced up our boots and walked up to the top to ride giants! The walk up is well worth the ride down and we took about seven runs throughout the morning. Riding on sand is a little slower so it’s best to just send it straight down. Turning is a full body workout, but carving is still fun to try too. We had a freaking blast and can’t wait to do it again!

No snow, no problem!

The last day in Northern Chile, we decided to rent bikes for the morning. We rode from town to the Valle de la Luna, which is the driest desert in the world. Because we started out so early, there was no one at reception and so we biked around the entrance area without paying the fee. Of course, Coons didn’t know this ahead of time, how dare you suggest such a thing? Valle de la Luna is so unique that NASA uses part of it to prep for missions to Mars. We hiked for a while on some dunes to take in the vast valley of salt and sand.

Wishing we had those sand boards…

We explored salt caverns that were blocked off until we couldn’t go any further. The salt in those caverns drips down like icicles — it’s so cool!

Who brought the Margaritas?

Then, we thought it was time to start back. After a scary or thrilling downhill (depends on who you ask), we crushed it up one huge hill to find that Coons’ bike was malfunctioning. We consulted Allen, a biking expert from back home and some blogs, but to no avail. After being passed by multiple trucks, we eventually got through to the company we rented from and they came to get us. All in all, it was a perfect way to end our time in Chile, because it wouldn’t be Chile without a little mishap!

Surf & Sun

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Aboard the Colonia Express, we took a very expensive and relatively short ferry from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay. While Coons took a nap stretched out across a row of three seats, Kourtney watched the other boats going by and the rainbow that appeared before it went dark outside.

Our hostel was an eight-minute walk from the bus station — lucky again — where we would spend two nights. We dropped our big bags and went out for something to eat. We found a nice bar, Barbot, where they were celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with green lights, shamrock decorations, and beer maiden costumes. We enjoyed our first pumpkin beer of the year (better later than never!) and some sandwiches.

We enjoyed another typical South American backpacker breakfast of coffee, tea, white bread, and corn flakes cereal (they’re grrrr-eat!) the next morning. We walked along the new section of town enjoying the unique trees and the way they refuse to stay underneath the earth; instead, they tear up the paved sidewalks in most sections of town.

It’s alive!

We walked towards the water to the old section of town to take in its original Portuguese and Spanish influence. We found a lighthouse, cannons used to keep the pirates away, and the drawbridge that separates the old and new parts of the town.

Bridge outside the old town.

We stopped for blonde ales at Bocadesanto where we enjoyed the sunshine, fresh air, and refreshments in their beer garden. For lunch, we found a small tienda well known for its chivitos which is the national dish of Uruguay. Despite the name literally meaning “little goat” the sandwich typically consists of thinly sliced beef, ham, bacon, mozzarella, tomato, mayo, olives, and a fried egg. Ours had corn and peas in it. It was huge and delicious!

Street chivitos are the best chivitos.

Stuffed and sweaty we retreated to our hostel to cool down (didn’t happen) and work on the blog. We ate so much at lunch that we almost forgot to have dinner! But we settled on a place to enjoy a nice glass of wine and some tapas, so we wouldn’t be ravenous for our seven-hour bus ride to La Pedrera tomorrow.

Nice outdoor patio for dinner.

La Pedrera is a small little surf town with great beaches and a quaint little downtown. We rented the most adorable little Airbnb from Sebastián who converted an old shipping container into his home. Here we would relax, surf, blog, practice Spanish, and take an online photography course for the next eight days!

Home, sweet home.

One of Coons’ favorite amenities was the charcoal grill. This is the first time we’ve had a grill on the trip and while lighting charcoal sans lighter fluid isn’t the easiest thing in the world, we had a few delicious grilled meals during our stay.

Grilled chicken kebabs FTW!

On day two, we started our morning with a beach walk; we came upon a seal enjoying the sun and sand, but this little guy had a serious case of the Mondays. He looked like Kourtney trying to get out of bed early!

We walked into town every day to the small market for groceries and on day two, a little stray perro followed us all the way home. Coons didn’t want to let her into the gate (it’s not actually our home), but this little savvy lady ran around back and appeared in our front yard! We named her Paprika. She stayed with us for the next four days, enjoying daily walks to the beach where she would roll around in the sand and nightly siestas on the outdoor couch.

Paprika’s home for a few nights.

When we went into town to grocery shop, Paprika would wait patiently just outside of the door. When we would go surfing near town, she would wait patiently by our backpack. Kourtney even sneaked a bag of dog food into the cart for her, so she could enjoy a taste of the domestic life for a few days.

The surfing went well. We took a lesson our first day with Dado who brought us to La Aguada, a beach just north of La Paloma, about half an hour from La Pedrera where we were staying. The waves were much more manageable there and had very little current so we weren’t drifting down the beach. We got up early two other days to catch the bus to La Aguada to enjoy the waves there. On our last day, we enjoyed another session in a rainstorm! Surfing is still pretty tough for us, but we sure have enjoyed trying to ride giants on this trip.

Another big part of this eight-day stay was to take a photography course and start playing around with ISO, shutter, and aperture settings. We’re learning how to shoot in manual mode, shoot at night, achieve bokeh, and take those portrait mode close-ups with blurry backgrounds that we love so much!

Blurry background with a touch of bokeh.

Coons is really looking forward to getting a new lens for his birthday that will allow us to take close up shots of all the animals we’re going to see in Africa!

All in all our time in Uruguay was a bit calmer than some of the other countries we’ve been to, but after almost six months on the road (holy crap!!), it was nice to slow it down, get to know a little town, and focus on us for a week. Don’t worry — we’re hitting the road again shortly and foresee many night buses in our future as we cross northern Argentina on our way to Chile, Bolivia, and Peru.

Patagonia

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Muddy & Magnificent

After our three-day stay in Lima, Peru we took to the skies to Punta Arenas and hopped on a bus to Puerto Natales, the jumping off point for Torres del Paine National Park (TDP). Puerto Natales is a dull, quiet town that relies on hikers needing supplies, post-hike meals, and a place to crash. We arrived at our hostel around 4pm, exhausted from the overnight flight, and headed out to the local grocery stores for a list of essentials: salami, cheese, bread, peanut butter, granola bars, fruit, trail mix, and of course the hiking go-to of our trip — Snickers. Coons has no shame that he bought one for each day of our eight-day trek. It took multiple stops and one very heavy reusable shopping bag, but we got most of the supplies we needed. We were also getting snacks to swap with the free-dried meals that Maggie and Alex were bringing from the states; they would be getting in later that night just in time for our 7am bus to TDP. Or so we thought.

Over post-shopping beers, Coons was getting play-by-play texts from Alex who was running through an airport with his wife, Maggie, hoping to make their connecting flight to Punta Arenas. More running, less texting, Al. Adding to the stress was the news from our hostel owner that out first campsite was supposedly closed due to heavy rains. Good. Great. GRAND. We skipped the orientation meeting (we read a blog that said it was impossible to get lost — who needs orientation with advice like that!) to go to the campsite office and check on the status of the site. Thankfully, the trail had dried enough for them to reopen the campsite and the rest of the trek. Crisis averted. Back to Maggie & Alex – they eventually arrived in Santiago, but Maggie’s bag did not. The Santiago Airport strikes again! Since they had already missed their connecting flight, they got a hotel in Santiago and made arrangements to meet the bag the next day in Punta Arenas. Plans were made to rendezvous at the first campsite.

So, the next day while we made our way to TDP to begin the first part of the journey to camp Serón, enjoying the easy but muddy trail leading to the mountains with snow lines that look like zebra stripes, we were wondering if Alex and Maggie will make it to camp tonight and thinking that their honeymoon is going swimmingly thus far.

Great intro to TDP.

When we arrived at camp, we had a snack and a shower and read a little, but we were still itching to know if Maggie and Alex were on their way, so Coons paid the $1 fee for five minutes of internet and was rewarded with the text:

“Got a taxi. Going for it. Hopefully see you in 5 hours.”

Around 9pm, we heard Maggie’s sweet voice, “Kourtney and Ben?” We jetted out of our neon green Nemo tent for reunion hugs and helped them get set up for the night. The trip finally felt like it had begun.

For those not away aware of our four-way friend affair: Coons and Alex are avid hiking friends who met on a travel basketball team during high school. Kourtney and Maggie are friends from college, both teachers, and original travel buddies. At a bar Maggie meets the very tall Alex, blocking our view during the Sox World Series in 2013. Maggie and Alex introduce Kourtney to Coons during a ski weekend in January 2015. Maggie and Alex marry three days before we leave for our huge trip (we were in the wedding!) There, now you’re caught up!

All together for day two!

The next day was absolutely gorgeous — blue skies, sunshine, and more snow-capped mountains. We couldn’t believe that (some of us) were in shorts and t-shirts in February! Each bend in the trail yielded better and better views, and then we came upon Camp Dickson. Wow!

Our first glimpse of Camp Dickson.

We set up camp at the most gorgeous campsite of the trip and relaxed in the hammocks waiting for shower time. Before dinner, we went down to the water to skip rocks and look around.

Those mountains. Those clouds.

This place was like a dream. Then we took the greatest group shot of the trip!

Who likes hiking?!

In the little refugio, we played cards and enjoyed a bottle of wine before it was time to fire up the jet boil and prepare dinner; we are big fans of the add water and wait 9-11 minutes meal prep! Want to know what else we’re big fans of? Every refuge sells beer & wine! Nothing better after a long day of hiking than some booze that you didn’t have to carry for days.

The next morning we got a late start because we woke up to lots and lots of rain. Despite our attempt to wait it out, it didn’t stop. We packed a wet tent and a soaked rainfly and headed into some welcome shelter in that forest.

Day 3 – rain & mud.

After dodging massive mud puddles for three hours, we finally came up to a sign that said we had two kilometers left; we were all thinking, okay we can do two more kilometers. We’re all pretty fit and quite quick so we kept on with a mantra — forty more minutes!

1.5 hours later…

We arrive at our third campsite, Los Perros. Thankfully the rain had stopped, but the wind was howling. The refugio and campsites were in the woods, so we picked out a camp spot with some shelter from the weather. We took out the dripping wet rainfly and strapped it to some trees to let the aforementioned wind take care of it.

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em!

None of us would be showering because there was only cold water at this site, and let’s be honest, we’d been showering for the past 4.5 hours. We went into the small enclosed hut where our fellow O-Circuiters were warming up with some victory beers and a game of cards. We joined two Aussies, Cally and Luke, and the man we called Mr. Wisconsin (we later found out his name was Billy). They would become our companions for the remainder of the trek. “How about those last two kilometers, right?!” we all joked. For the remainder of the trip, we always took the “Patagonia 2km” with a grain of salt.

The next morning we woke at 5am to roaring winds. Nervous, we went to the hut to make coffee and eat breakfast before packing up camp, for today we were hiking “the pass” which was supposed to be the longest and most strenuous day. There was always a chance the rangers could close the pass due to weather. The wind kept wailing, but everyone said the pass was a go! So we packed up, strapped on headlamps, and took off into the dark woods (and mud, can’t forget the mud!). Soon we were out of the woods and getting some bea-u-ti-ful views of the sunrise through the trees.

The best part — no rain clouds in sight.

The John Gardner Pass is a three-hour climb up loose rock with peeps of snow near the top. The pass was in a valley between two large peaks and the wind was whipping over it. Kourtney and Maggie thought they might actually blow away!

Kourtney & Maggie summiting the pass.

“I LOVE this day!” Alex grins when the girls reach the boys. We all agreed! Over the pass is Glacier Grey. It is breathtaking! There is something about coming over the pass after that climb to an open view of the glacier that will stick in all of our minds for a lifetime.

It was HUGE!

After the pass, the wind died down and we were treated to another blue-bird day. Happy for some shelter, we enjoyed a snack and more coffee (well, three of us enjoyed the coffee). What an excellent reward after all that hard work! The views of the glacier just kept getting better, and when we finally reached the bottom of the hill, we went into the woods and to Paso, a bare-bones campsite where we stopped for lunch. It was 11am. We were making great time and we would make it to the next tent city earlier than expected. But not before we crossed the suspension bridges!

One of the three suspension bridges en route to Grey.

Our destination was Camp Grey, one of the larger campgrounds on the trek, and one of the starting points for the “W Trek” — easily accessed by boat. We realized this as we were lounging in the sun, enjoying a Patagonia Pale Ale, and watching people pass with day packs. Wait, why aren’t you carrying everything you need for eight days? Gone were the days when it was just the O-Circuit crew on the trail. To break up the nightly dinner routine, Maggie and Alex enjoyed their first honeymoon meal, a hearty four-course meal, at the lodge’s restaurant. Everyone loved that they were celebrating their marriage in such a fun way! Some thought they were crazy for “allowing their best friends to join.” But we have a close-knit group of friends, and Coons has been crashing honeymoons since 2017. Watch out Sean and Ashley! Kourtney and Coons enjoyed a Mountain House special, Mexican Fajita Bowl, before joining them for a nightcap.

We had a short hike the next day on our way to Paine Grande. Hiking along Lago Grey, we had plenty of miradors along the way to look back at the glacier.

Lago & Glacier Grey.

Faced with an early arrival at Paine Grande, we set up camp and went to check out the bar. We were treated to some great views of the mountains and even saw a couple of foxes playing in the field.

Not a bad view from the bar.

The next day brought some relief to our backs and shoulders. Arriving at Camp Italiano after a couple of hours, we got to drop our big bags for side trips to two lookouts: Valle de Francés and Mirador Británico. These miradors, along what one hiker elegantly called the “butt-crack of the W” (spoiler alert, he was from Texas), provide close up views of more glaciers and a 360 view of more enormous peaks.

Mirador Británico.

Looking back there were crystal clear glacial lakes for miles. We felt like spring chickens hiking up & down those boulders without our huge packs on! The views were incredible and once we put our big bags on, we only had a short walk to camp Francés.

Day seven was a long day and featured a tough uphill near the end in the exposed, hot sun when we were ready to be done for the day. By this point, the sunburns and blisters had set in, but we all maintained pretty great spirits. The mountains reflecting off the water and the gloomy dead tree forest made for a lot of uniquely different terrain.

Kourtney’s favorite trees.

The views when you first see your campsite are always glorious, and this isn’t just because you know you’re almost there, but it’s also that a little too! On our final decent to the site, we passed by Billy (Mr. Wisconsin) who shouted it was lovely to meet us but he had both knees wrapped and 1200mg of Ibuprofen pumping him up for his last section of the hike — he needed to keep moving. Our last refugio was Chileno, and it was another campground on a hill so we set up camp on the wooden platforms and Coons went to work hammering in nails to keep our tent down! Weird, and definitely a first for us.

This campground’s uniqueness didn’t end there. There is no fire allowed in the park, but this place won’t even let you use a jet boil! Maggie and Alex splurged on meat lovers pizza and we sat outside, swatting bugs away and watching people come back from the Torres. We saw Cally and Luke again. Thick clouds started to cover our only view of the Torres and then a light drizzle started. We went into the lodge where Coons’ hunger got the best of him and he ordered us a pizza as well. Good thing because we had to wait an extra hour for boiling water for our freeze-dried meals because all those who purchased dinner had to be served first. At this point, lack of food was becoming an issue and it was some kind of torture to watch huge fillets of salmon on rice and veggies being served to your neighbors, knowing there was still one more course before we could enjoy our second dinner.

At 5am we woke ready for our sunrise hike to the Torres. We expected a chill morning: wake up, change, pee, eat breakfast, pack some victory coffee, and head out. You know who has no chill? The mice who chewed a hole through Coons’ Osprey pack to eat the peanut butter sandwiches we made the night before! They even ate Kourtney’s chocolate covered espresso beans! So before we started out, we hung up our food bags — like we should’ve the night before — Coons cursing under his breath and Kourtney hoping those mice had a serious stomach ache. The trip to the Torres was through the woods and up and over big boulders. The sun was rising in the valley just as we turned to the Torres viewpoint. We set up GoPros and cameras and added some layers to fight the cold. The top of the Torres started to turn a lighter shade and then the sun rose into the clouds looming over the top of the peaks.

Classic Towers picture, sans sun.

We enjoyed some coffee and a snack and then went down to the water to take some final jumping photos.

We descended back down to camp and packed up before the rain started. We had two more hours before we got back to the main lodge to catch our buses back to town. We went out for a big pizza dinner (thanks Alex & Maggie!) before we met up with our O Circuit group at the Last Hope gin bar. The gin bar makes their own gin and has many imported whiskeys from other distilleries. We all enjoyed cocktails and conversation, asking everyone where they were going next and recalling the highlights from the trip. It is always fun to make friends and keep track of them in hopes to run into them again.

Look fierce!

Early the next morning, Coons and Kourtney left for Argentina and Alex and Maggie for New Hampshire. We miss them so much already! Two buses and seven hours later we arrived in El Chaltén, a small town inside a national park with lots to offer for restaurants, breweries, and grocery stores. Our hostel was a four minute walk from the station, which was delightful because usually, we’re staying at least 20 minutes out of town (#budgettravelers). We took the rest of the night and the next day to relax so we could start to pour over our 500+ photos from Torres del Paine.

When we were ready to get back on the trail, the weather forecast was meh for the first couple days, so we decided to do one of the three main hikes, Laguna Torres, which has a view of a glacier but doesn’t offer the stunning vistas of some of the other hikes. It was a nice walk and relatively easy, and again, we were loving only having day packs.

Sun or rain — make up your mind!

Once we neared Laguna Torre, the wind started to go WILD! Knocking off others’ rain covers and making people stop and take cover in order to keep from falling over. It was truly so intense that it was creating waves and moving ice chunks from the glacier across the entire lake. We didn’t get many photos or stay long because we could hardly face the lake.

The next day we finished the Ecuador blog, finalized our fav TDP photos, and went out in the afternoon for a short waterfall hike where we practiced playing more with the camera.

Any closer and the lens got covered with water.

The weather forecast was looking up for our last three days at El Chaltén, and we were really looking forward to Fitz Roy, the iconic peak face of the Patagonia brand. The Fitz Roy hike was wonderful. We started early so we could watch the sunrise over the town and we got to the first mirador in time to watch the sun hit the Fitz Roy peak. The last one and a half hours were straight up, but the finish was absolutely breathtaking. We must have hung out at the summit for an hour or more taking in the sights. It was an absolutely beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky! The Fitz Roy peak line is iconic and unforgettable.

Look familiar?

After this hike, our feet were starting to seriously hurt, but we still had one more hike to do. We had another early morning start to climb El Mirador De Los Condores — a rock outcrop nearby that overlooks the town and the entire Fitz Roy range. Coons was excited to try a time-lapse with the fancy camera. The world started dark and then started to lighten. The sun was burning red from the valley to the right and hit the range, changing the peaks from grey to pink.

Red first.

We were waiting for the sun to light the entire peak but then the clouds rolled in and the peaks went grey again. Laughing, we packed up and headed back to our hostel, but near the bottom of the trail, the clouds cleared to show the peaks a beautiful golden color.

Then gold!

We still had one more hike that we wanted to do — the last of the three main miradors — a windy 360 view of the range from another lake, but it was just not in the cards. Our feet were beat up. We struggled to take it easy because we would have some time off in the near future, but we decided to be safe and instead started to look forward to our last Patagonia adventure in El Calafate.

El Calafate is the jumping off town to the Perito Moreno Glacier. It is the third largest freshwater reserve in the world! The glacier stands around 130 feet high and every ten minutes or so it calves, meaning that enormous ice chunks fall from the ice formation into the water.

Glacier go boom!

The sound is something between thunder and what we imagine a grenade sounds like when it goes off! You can feel the BOOM inside you! We walked throughout the whole park taking in the glacier from all angles. The view never gets old and it is amazing how much time passes while you’re just mesmerized by this huge chunk of ice. We stopped for some DIY charcuterie and vino at the perfect spot to get some footage of the calving. It was a great day!

Patagonia was definitely a major highlight of the trip! Coons began the planning for this trip in August by making reservations for the O Circuit. The four of us met many jealous people hiking another itinerary of the O Circuit, settling for the W Trek, or simply hoping to make a day hike because they didn’t make the reservations they wanted in time. Kudos to my fantastic fiancé for spearheading one of the most incredible experiences we’ve had thus far! Next up a flight to Buenos Aires!