Exploring Chiloé from Castro

Since leaving Ancud, we've been basing ourselves in Castro, Chiloé's capital, for exploring the rest of the Chiloé archipelago. The local minibuses here are perfect for getting around to the smaller towns and islands. They run regularly from the bus station here, but are also happy to stop anywhere you flag them down from. We've even seen them reverse back for someone's friend that was late.

The palafitos in Castro

We've splashed out a bit here by staying in a 'palafito' - one of the traditional Chilote houses built on wooden stilts over the estuary. We even have a bathtub, where we've been soaking our petrolly bags in kitchen cleaner each night. There are huge squid left behind in the estuary when the tide goes out, and the bay is particularly beautiful in the early morning mist. It's been great chatting with the owners here and getting recommendations for where to go and what to see that's a little off the beaten track. They're probably wondering why they find a new empty cleaning bottle every day in our room though.

One such less explored place is the 'Muelle de las Almas' (Pier of Souls). We got a lift from the nearby small village to a remote farmhouse where we were given a key for a gate halfway along a track by the cliffs. From there, a short walk took us to a wooden pontoon built on the cliff with magnificent views over the bays and surf below. The drive back to Castro alongside a lake shore was equally beautiful, now visible after an ash cloud from the volcano had lifted since the morning.

The Muelle de las Almas

Chiloé is also known for its unique UNESCO listed churches. Built during the 18th and 19th centuries by Jesuit missionaries, they're constructed entirely of wood from the islands and often painted on the outside. We took local buses to visit the ones in Castro, Achao, Dalcahue and Tenaún. The plain wooden interiors are a stark contrast to usual Catholic churches, and the pretty blue towers are unlike any church we've seen before.

The churches in Castro and Tenaún

Our next stop will probably be Puerto Varas, quite close to the volcano. We've heard that the wind has been blowing towards Argentina, so we're hoping that it isn't too ashy.

Rural Chiloé and a Volcanic Eruption

Our original plan from Punta Arenas was to proceed back to Puerto Natales and then take a four day ferry up to Puerto Montt, significantly further north in Chile. However, the boat schedule turned out not to be in our favour and we were faced with the choice of a 32 hour bus journey or a two hour flight. It didn't take us too long to decide!

We were lucky to be able to get on a flight the very next morning and after landing in Puerto Montt headed straight to Ancud, in the north of the main island of Chiloé. Chiloé is an archipelago of islands off of the west coast of Chile, and was one of the last places remaining under Spanish rule before finally becoming part of independent Chile in 1826. It is famous for its fertile soil (and wet weather!), its folklore and its iconic wooden Jesuit churches.

The beach at Ancud, with the volcanoes of Osorno (left) and Calbuco (right, before it erupted) in the distance

We had a day exploring Ancud, which is a quiet town with a really beautiful seafront. The museum was all in Spanish but informative about Chiloé's history - plus it had a blue whale skeleton on display. We watched the sunset over the bay from Fort San Antonio, one of the last Spanish strongholds, looking over the sea with the mainland and surrounding islands in the distance.

Some of the sunken forest

We decided we'd like to see some more nature so spent a couple of days at a homestay in Chepu, a tiny settlement just north of the Chiloé national park. Chepu was very rural and a welcome change for us. It was really just a string of farms spread out along a couple of dirt roads, set in picturesque hilly scenery. We had a long walk one day to Playa Aulen beach on the west coast, where we watched huge waves rolling in from the Pacific Ocean. En route we saw a sunken forest. This surreal spectacle was created by the earthquake and tsunami here in 1960, which caused the ground to sink 2m.

The farmstay

The Chilote family we stayed with were incredibly friendly and welcoming; we felt like part of the family and were very well looked after. The home cooking was incredible - on the first day we were served a three course meal with fresh seafood soup, followed by roast ham (from the farm itself) with homegrown potatoes and tomatoes, and then creme caramel. The second night our portions of a meaty local fish, cooked beautifully with lemon and tomato, were so large that we could barely manage half each! We had the rest for lunch the next day. All this for incredibly cheap and we got a lot of practice with our Spanish as the family spoke no English.

The beach near Chepu

The rolling hills around Chepu

During early evening on our first night at the homestay we went for a short walk and noticed a very dense looking cloud. Later on we discovered this was no normal cloud but the ash cloud from the eruption of Volcan Calbuco, near Puerto Montt. So far we have been lucky not to be affected by this but flights have been cancelled, nearby villages to the volcano have had to be evacuated as they are 50 cm deep in ash, and there is a strong chance the river might flood. We'll stay in Chiloé for now...

The volcanic cloud from Calbuco

54°S

When we spoke last, we were in Ushuaia, a claimant to the southernmost city in the world. Since then we've been in the actual southernmost town, Puerto Williams. We took a small zodiac boat across the choppy Beagle Channel - the last of the season - before a truck for the 54 km along the only road to the only town on Isla Navarino.

The brave crew for the boat to Isla Navarino

We spent our time hanging out with the other two tourists in town. Handily, one was a physiotherapist and subjected me to an intense massage to sort my leg out. It seems to have worked - we managed to do a couple of excellent hikes on the island.

Puerto Williams and the Beagle Channel

The Bronces Waterfall

The first was to the Bronces waterfall, and the other to the peak behind Puerto Williams, Cerro Bandera (Flag Hill). They both gave a real sense of how isolated this place is - from the complete lack of other people to the number of birds that came really close to us. Cerro Bandera provided fantastic views of lonely Puerto Williams and the Beagle Channel beyond. We could also see the famed peaks of the Dientes de Navarino, if only from a distance. Of the few people that come here, a small number brave the 4-5 day trekking circuit in complete wilderness around these mountains. We decided to give it a miss this time!

Los Dientes de Navarino

After three days at the real 'end of the world', we caught the weekly ferry back to Punta Arenas. The 30-hour journey started more-or-less on time, until 10 minutes in it returned to port to pick up a lorry that had missed it. Strangely, one of the other lorries that had initially departed with us drove back into town and didn't return. The voyage was bumpy in places, but at other times we managed to see dolphins and seals against a glacier-carved backdrop.

The ferry back to Punta Arenas

We're now back in Punta Arenas where we're pondering our next move. It can only really be somewhere further north!

Tierra del Fuego

Tierra del Fuego was named by Ferdinand Magellan when he explored this area in the 1500s. Sailing past the island, he saw the smoke rising from the fires of the native people living there and thus called it 'Land of Smoke' - this name was later changed by the Spanish King Charles V to the more exciting 'Land of Fire'.

The end of the road

We arrived on the island by boat from the mainland, with dolphins jumping all round us, and then had a bus ride of several hours down to Ushuaia in the south. While Tierra del Fuego is now home to a population of nearly 150,000, it still retains its feel of undiscovered wilderness, with an air of mystery and enchantment. Driving through the island, gazing out at the beautiful mist clad mountains, lakes and forests, it felt otherworldly; I have rarely been so strongly affected by a place.

The mountains rising behind Ushuaia

Ushuaia is quite a touristy town as most Antarctic cruises pass through here, however it is also a working port and nearly half of Tierra del Fuego's inhabitants live here. There are two main museums in the town, both of which we visited. The first is based in the old prison building and is HUGE, attempting to cover maritime history, the prison's history, Antarctica and local art all in one. Although we enjoyed the model ships and the opportunity to see the original prison cells here, there was really far too much information, most of it dry and irrelevant, and we gave up after two visits feeling somewhat brain dead!


On the other hand the second museum, about the Yamana indigenous people, was excellent. We learnt a great deal about the native people and their plight after the arrival of the Europeans. In the 1830s Captain FitzRoy of the Beagle thought it was a good idea to bring four native Fuegians back to England, supposedly to educate and Christianise them. The four were given the names Jemmy Button, Boat Memory, Fuegia Basket and York Minster. In a similar vein, British missionaries travelled to Tierra del Fuego in the 1870s to establish a settlement and 'educate' the indigenous people. As a result of the spread of hitherto unknown diseases, sadly nearly all the Yamana and other local tribes were wiped out.

Tierra del Fuego national park

A beaver dam on the way to Laguna Esmerelda

In addition to Ushuaia itself, we have enjoyed getting outdoors. Tierra del Fuego national park was stunning in its autumnal colours, and we also managed a long walk to Laguna Esmeralda. The latter trail was more of a bog than a path but we enjoyed the challenge (and got completely covered in mud!). We also saw several dams built by beavers, as well as the destruction they'd wrought in the forests - trees reduced to stumps, and others in the process of being gnawed through. There was plenty of other wildlife to see in the national park, birds especially - my favourites were the white throated tree runners, which as you can guess from the name run up and down trees, tapping with their beaks like woodpeckers.

Laguna Esmerelda

We'll be leaving Ushuaia tomorrow for Puerto Williams, the sourthernmost permanent settlement in the world. The plan is to then take a ferry back to Punta Arenas, then a second ferry from Puerto Natales to Puerto Montt along the Chilean fjords.

Although Ushuaia claims to be at the end of the world,
Puerto Williams (our next destination) is further south

Port Hunger and the Pit of the Devil

We ended up spending quite a long time in Punta Arenas, one of the candidates for the title of southernmost city in the world. We'd arrived at the start of Easter weekend and, Chile being a devoutly Catholic country, almost everything was closed.

Punta Arenas was founded in 1848 as a way to safeguard the Strait of Magellan for Chile and is the oldest city in Patagonia. We visited the site of the first settlement here, Rey Don Felipe, established by the Spanish in 1584. It started with around 300 settlers but they struggled with the harsh conditions. The sole survivor was picked up 3 years later by an English privateer, who renamed the place Port Famine, or Puerto del Hambre. It is now marked by a rather odd monument to the 'geographic centre' of Chile, as Chile claims ownership of part of Antartica and this point lies halfway between the north border of the country and the South Pole.

Braving the conditions at Bulmes Fort

Nearby is Bulmes Fort, founded in 1843 as the original site for Punta Arenas. This was slightly more successful than the Spanish colony - it lasted for 5 years on a windswept and rain-lashed peninsula before the whole settlement was moved 50 km along the coast to the current site. The fort was left to ruin, but has now been restored to its former glory using timber stakes. It was easy to see why it had been abandoned as we explored it in the horizontal rain.



We used Punta Arenas as the base for a trip to Pali Aike national park, 200 km away on the border with Argentina. It's home to a volcanic outcrop, which provides a fascinating contrast to the bleached Patagonian steppe with sudden black rocks and large cones in every direction. The rock formations are particularly intriguing - there is no erosion by water and the wind forms lots of weird shapes. We finished our visit by scrambling into the extinct volcano crater itself and peering into its depths.

The volcanic formations in Pali Aike National Park

We've now left Chile for Argentina once more, to a city that's even further south - Ushuaia.

The Crater Morada del Diablo (Devil's Pit) in Pali Aike National Park

Into Chile

We arrived by bus in Puerto Natales on April 1st. This was our first international bus journey, crossing from Argentina into Chile. Border crossings are always interesting, and this one took quite some time. Getting out of Argentina was easy enough, but at Chilean immigration we all had to get out of the bus and retrieve our big bags (sacks in our case) from the back so that it could go through the X ray scanner. Although there were two desks for checking passports, only one was designated to each direction. So, while one had a queue of a busload of people, the other watched MTV.

A dry-ish moment in Puerto Natales

We spent a couple of days in Puerto Natales, mainly sheltering inside from the freezing winds and snowstorms. But our main reason for coming was to attend one of the daily talks at Erratic Rock hostel, all about Torres del Paine national park and the famous W trek. This was extremely informative (highly recommended if you visit this part of the world) and useful in helping us plan our future itinerary. The local beer on tap was a bonus! We now think we may end up having to come back to this trek at the start of next season, when the weather is better, more places to stay are open and Kev's leg has recovered.

The Strait of Magellan at Punta Arenas

Not letting the cold deter us, we pushed on further south to Punta Arenas, arguably the southernmost city in the world. The other main claimant is Ushuaia, which is further south but smaller. We're pleasantly surprised by how nice this city is - lots of grand buildings and history relating to various early Antarctic expeditions. Plus the weather has been good - we're not missing the horizontal freezing rain we'd heard about. We've also purchased some crutches so that Kev can walk around without using his bad leg. This combination of weather and crutches has allowed us to go for walks along the seafront, with lovely views over the Strait of Magellan to Tierra del Fuego. There are also burnt out piers filled with cormorants and gulls. Most things are closed over Easter, but we plan to make use of the duty free shopping area to replace some of our petrol damaged gear.

Imperial cormorants and dolphin gulls

Glacier Perito Moreno and a Change in Plan

When Jo last posted, we were monitoring the state of my leg to see if it would hold up for future treks. I rested it for a few days, before testing it out on a short walk near El Chaltén. It was fine for the first part, which provided marvellous views over the town with the two peaks of Cerro Torre and Cerro Fitzroy behind it. I was glad to have finally managed a walk that let me see them. On the way back, however, my leg gave up and it was a very painful walk home.

Successfully made it to the viewpoint looking over El Chaltén

Our original plan had been to go to El Calafate next to trek on the Perito Moreno glacier before heading further south to do the famous 5-day W-trek around Torres del Paine national park. These plans would have to be shelved for now. We decided, instead, to carry on with that route but only with brief stops to break up the journey south to Tierra del Fuego. Hopefully I'll be able to rest my leg on the way before coming back to the treks we've been looking forward to.

The Perito Moreno glacier

In El Calafate, although we knew we couldn't do our ice trek we decided to visit the Perito Moreno glacier anyway It was a trip well worth doing. There is a series of walkways opposite the glacier, which flows into two lakes divided by a narrow channel. They give spectacular views of the huge wall of ice, up to 60m high, as large sections sporadically tumble and crash into the water below. It's one of the most awe-inspiring natural sights I've seen. It's easy to spend hours there, even in the cold and rain, listening to loud cracks and scanning the blue-coloured ice waiting for the next chunk to fall.

Not trekking on the glacier

From El Calafate, we've now arrived in Puerto Natales, having crossed our first land border of the trip into Chile. This is the base for the W-trek, but we are just here for some information about it for now, before heading further south to Punta Arenas.

The glacier in all of its glory