We stopped at a random, remote, empty hotel and filled up our water bottles. I met some more friends!
We then went up to 4000 metres, again on the way to the San Francisco pass, and this time staying in a little hut. When we got there it was filthy, with dead mice inside, but we cleaned it out and it was pretty comfy!
Comfy hut at 4000 metres!
Hi everyone, now I’m going back to fill in some gaps, having got back to a city again. On 7th September we went up to a hut on the way to the Pass San Francisco (the border) and we slept at a hut there. We couldn’t actually sleep in the hut because there were rats, but we cooked there and put our tent up outside. It was cold, but not unbearable, and the altitude was 3000 metres, so we were gradually acclimatising. In the night I heard wild donkeys braying, and the weather was calm and sunny. When I get my photos from my camera, I’ll show you the view – it was beautiful!
The road ahead
We made it to the first camp!
We slept in a tent to avoid the rats
A shout-out to Kai and Gina, for putting up with me searching for milk tea in Singapore! This photo’s for you guys!
We arrived in the mountains on day four. We saw wild donkeys, condors and flamingos high up. The forecast was windy, and it was very cold. The next day we went up to a hut at 4000 metres. We wanted to cross the border but it was closed. We slept at 4000 meres and felt good, but with no prospect of the border opening any time soon, we had to head down to Fiambala. The forecast is minus 40 on the summit of the peaks we had planned to climb, with 100kph winds. We will head to a different mountain now, wish us luck!
We crossed the beautiful Parana river. What you can’t see from the picture is the huge traffic jam, as two lorries had crashed on the bridge
We survived a plague of locusts, saw some beautiful trees and carried on our journey through the desert landscape of Argentina.
*The trees make this weird white stuff that’s like soft lambs-wool. Perfect insulation for a sleeping bag!
We drove to a World Heritage site in the Guayra region, where the Jesuit Missionaries and the local people (Guaranies) lived side by side. The city was destroyed in the Paraguayan war in 1817, leaving the ruins we see today.
Pedro and I left Curitiba, Brazil on Friday 4th September to drive to the Andes. On day one we made it to the border with Argentina, managed to cross, change money, and celebrate with a huge steak!