I wake up at dawn on New Year’s Day to the sound of the previously set, annoyingly catchy alarm by my dad.
Not knowing it was 2016, I reluctantly got dressed and went downstairs to meet my parents, who were already up, filled with energy and rearing to go, I on the other hand was exhausted because of the rapid border crossing and city changing all in half a week!
Then I suddenly remembered why I was woken up so early and why my parents had warm clothes, bags and trekking boots on.Today, the first of January 2016 we were going to do an eighteen kilometer trek in Parque Nacional Torres Del Paine.
So after a ‘filling’ breakfast of a cereal bar, we set off for the middle of nowhere.
Anyway, it took us around two and a half hours to get to Torres and another half an hour because we were stopping to look at guanacos (or ginger llamas as I call them) and ñandus (ostrich like birds) and the occasional hare.
When we finally paid the entrance fee and got to the start of the trail we commenced our almost vertical ascent.
After about half a kilometer up, we were already exhausted,but we came across a tree that had abrazamé or hug me on a sign next to it, so I did what I was told.
I suppose it was meant to give energy for the rest of the trek but it didn’t really help.
A little bit further up the line we came across a bush with some berries on it, Victor, the guide, said that they were edible so I gave them a try.They were nice enough,then Victor said that it’s a calafate berry and rumour has it that if you eat one,it guarantees your return to Patagonia.
That means that I will be writing my own blog in twenty years or so.
So while we were going up the mountain everything was going fine, a few hard bits here and there but generally it was ok.
We then took a short-ish break at the campamento Chileno and then we continued our trek.
After that rest stop I got a good bit of my energy back and I was leading by a lot all the way up to the last forty five minutes of the hike. That’s when it got hard.
We had to climb and step over boulders in our way. For me that would be still hard on a level surface but when you’re going up a big mountain at the same time it’s extremely hard to keep on going.
I begged Dad to stop for a break so that’s what we did but then a really nice lady from the United States told us “The view point is just after that big rock, we can make it to a big rock” and that’s just what we did.
We were immensely rewarded by the stunning view of the Torres Del Paine and the almost blinding, brilliant turquoise colour of it’s lake.
After a twenty minute stay, we started our descent,Victor told us that this was going to be hard on the knees.
I was very slow coming down and Mom kindly stayed with me, helping me down the mountain.
After a while we caught up with Dad and Victor and I was leading for the rest of the trek,well almost,near the end I fell back a bit because my legs couldn’t take any more.
But, I was still the first person to the car. I stayed almost motionless for the rest of the tour except when we got out to look at an amazing waterfall with rainbows and everything.
After that Victor brought us back to our cabin apartment thing and I fell into my bed asleep in ten seconds flat.