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El Chalten


Hi everybody!

After leaving the Caraterra, we crossed over to Argentina again through Chile Chico. There, we hitchhiked to Los Antigos. From there, in the next morning we took a proper bus to a town in southern Argentina called El Chalten. We rode for over 12 hours durnig daytime, which made the ride that more tiring and long, because we just didn't fall asleep.
We arrived at midnight the same day (just in time to sing Happy Birthday to one of the Israelis on the bus). When we arrived it was so windy, cold and dark, we had no idea which way to turn, so we looked around for a while, and decided to camp under a bridge.
The night was freezing, and we woke up warly in the morning to find a proper hostel. There we learned a little bit more about the town, in the middle of the Argentinian desert (who knew they had one?!), that they call "The national trekking capitol". Near Chalten, there is a mountain called the Fitz Roy. It is 3.5 km high, covered in snow and also a glacier. You are able to trek up the mountain, camp at night near the top and in the morning, wake up just at sunrise and watch the sun rays reflect in beautiful colours on the ice. We didn't do all that. When we arrived, we wanted to rest and climb the Fitz Roy the next day. So the same night we ate at a nearby restaurant a perfect steak, and went to sleep. In the morning, it started to rain and the visibility was awful. We waited until afternoon for it to clear a bit, but it didn't. In the end we gave up the mountain, and decided we want to continue on south, to El Calafate.

To be continue in El Calafate!

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Puerto Natales - Torres del Paine trek


Well, it's my last time in Chile. I think.

But before we get to that, Natali & I took a bus from El Chalten to El Calafate, a mere 3 hours away. The night that we got there I met, by chance, one of my best friends from my platoon, Dima. The next day, Natali & I, went to the Perito Moreno glacier. On our third night there we had nothing to do, because we already saw the glacier and other than that there's not much to do here. Dima went that afternoon to Chile, by bus. So we decided we want to see the city a bit. We walked around for a while, and discovered that there's a small lagoon, just outside of town, that has a flamingo reserve in it. As we've never seen a real flamingo before (I think) we went to have a look. The lagoon was very small, it had dozens of flamingo it, that were just standing there and not doing much. DO SOMETHING! That didn't help. We saw some nice ducks as well, and beautiful eagels‏ ‏‎ and hawks just floating on air currents above our heads. Around the lagoon, there was a big field, covered with white flowers. Very relaxing and pretty. Unfortunately I didn't bring my own camera there, so only Natali has pictures of the place.

The next morning we left El Calafate, crossed the border into Chile, and arrived in an old town called Puerto Natales and met Dima there. In Puerto Natales, there is only one thing to do, and that is the Torres del Paine trek. The Torres del Paine is a big national park with a big trek in it. The Torres itself is a big mountain, that it's top is three giant pillars. If the weather is right, the view is clear and you get there early enough, the sun's rays reflect on the stone of the mountain, and the pillars seem red. You can either walk a W shaped course for about 3 or 4 days. Or a longer, much harder (and apparently, more dangerous) trek, of 7 to 8 days long. I decided I want to push myself as hard as I could, and so I went alone, because no one was willing to try it, on the long, hard trek.

The first day of the trek, was the short one. From the begining, the walk was quite easy, but very heavy. Because I was alone, I had to take provisions for eight days, and also carry them myself, without the option to devide the weight with someone else.
The view of the valley was very relaxing. At some point there were also Llama's (I think they were Llama's, they looked like them).
It was very easy to traverse the path, as it was laid and very clear. You can't go wrong there (even you, Axe). I walked for a few hours, about 12 km. On the way I met a few people that were also going my way, mostly duos, or more, and were walking alot faster than I was (they were lighter than me, I tell you!), none that I saw on the first day were from Israel, all foreign, most were European. I arrived at an organized camping site along the way that afternoon, decided that to go on today was a bit too much, for the rest of the way, until the next camping site, was a long walk of another 19 km, about 6-7 hours. I fought off valiantly hundreds of foes, although some caused me great pain and suffering, I came out victorious. Finaly, I set up camp underneath a tree, rested and saved up my strengeth for the days ahead.

On the second day of the trek, I woke up quite late. I packed up my things, drank some coffee and at 10 AM started my way to the next waypoint. The route, again, was very clear and easy to spot. I walked a total of 19 km, that took me 5 hours.
The walk, this time, was very hard. Because of my weight, I walked very slow. At some point, after the first hour of walk, there was a very steep climb. The rest of the way was more or less the same hight. But after many hours of walking, also of the day before, the weight of the muchilla started to get to me. My waistbones were red and raw by the times I reached the end. My shoulder's hurt, my thighs hurt and my feet smelled like I walked for two day's. I immediatly took off my shoes, to let my feet breath and set up camp as quickly as possible, because again, the man-eating mosquito's were there to greet me.

Just before I went to sleep on the second night, it started to rain. On the third day it still hasn't stopped enough for me to be on my way, so I stayed in my tent, read my book and tried to pass the time as best I could. At least it gave me another day to recover from the day before. When I look at the mountains in the distance, I see, that during the night, when it rained here, it snowed there. All the mountains around me that were brown yesterday, are now dipped in white.

On my fourth day, I had some ground to cover. And let me ad, that what goes up, has to go down. Somehow. I brought with me food and gas for only eight days. I missed one day of walking because of the rain, but I still had to eat when I was there. The begining of the day was quite easy. I left camp at 10:15. Just after leaving camp, I entered a forest. I walked in the forest for a while, refilled my water supply when I came across a fresh water source. Then I noticed that I wasn't leaving the forest. The trail was upward for most of the way, and because of the rain from the previous day, it was muddy. Very, very muddy. I sank a couple of times ankle-deep. As I neared the camping site, it got colder, and windier. Aparently I was nearing a glacier as well, and the camping site was just around the corner from it. You can imagine how cold snow is. You can't believe how cold a glacier is. When I reached the glacier, there were a few people admiring the view, some I already knew from past days, and one of them offered me a cup of whiskey with some ice from the glacier. Very appropriate, I must say. At the glacier, I finally realized that it was realy, truly getting colder, and my summer clothing weren't fit for the occasion. So I put on my rain cover and some gloves and froze. I went on to the camping site, and rested, after about four hours of walking. There, I made my final decision about moving on to the next stop, which was supposed to take another day's walk. I consider myself as very tough. I keep on going where most people want to rest, or stop. But what I did today, was beyond difficult. I can tell you now, that today, was one of the most difficult days of my life. I walked a total of 21 KM today. The camping site itself was inside the woods, and as soon as I left the camping site, the route took me higher, and higher, all the time, inside the woods. As I went higher in the mountain, again, it got even colder than before, because now, I was nearing the top of snow-capped mountains, and according to the map, that's exactly what I had to do; to go over the snowy mountains. I walked for two and half hours after leaving the campsite, and finally left the forest as well. But the trade-off wasn't that pleasant either. Again, high winds. I started my ascent, and in the distance, I could see a group of four people heading my direction, only they were very far ahead of me. They stopped to rest at some high point, and I caught up with them very quickly. They were three guys and one girl. As soon as I came up to them, one asked me if I know how far the next campsite is. They have been walking since 12 PM, one of them told me later. I looked at my watch, and if the map was correct, that meant that we still had about four hours to walk. We stuck together on this one, and for some reason, I led the way up. The wind was insane, as we finally got to the crossover, between the mountains. When we got to the crossover though, there was this small landmark, where people who pass there, leave their belongings, as a token to the route. I'm talking about small things, like ribbons, and hats and whatnot. I decided to leave a ribbon of my own. One that I had since June, when I was at the Gilad Shalit march. I left the glowing ribbon they gave away there. From that spot, you can see a giant glacier from above. I thought it was a fitting place in his honor.
Anyway, it was so cold there, and the Chillians wanted to take pictures. I lost feeling in my fingers, and couldn't wait to make like a tree. We went down, and quickly, I noticed that the only one keeping up with me, was the girl. We went on without her friends, until she couldn't go any longer, and insisted that I go on without her, while she waited for her friends. I went on, and in less that 20 minutes, I arrived at the campsite. Someone there asked me why I look so nackered, so I told him where I started today. He was quite shocked. Anyway, I left my stuff at the campsite, and went back for the Chillians. After exactly eight minutes walk, I found the girl and one more of them, and took them to the campsite. When we arrived, I quickly set up my tent, and made myself some hot chocolate.
Today, what kept me going most of the time, was dinner. Today on the menu: White Rice with onions. On top, meat-souce. From a can.

Showers are great. On my fifth day, I took my first shower, after nearly a week. But we'll get to that. I woke up the next morning at 11, letting myself rest from the previous day. When I woke up I spoke to the girl from the day before, and she told me about some interesting things to do in Chile. Things that I can't remember now, because I didn't write anything down. Useless.
Anyway, I started to walk at 1 PM and reached the first waypoint in less than two hours. All the way, to the west of me, the glacier was there. I still don't know how to describe it, but it's simply majestic. At some point, along the way, I had to cross a stream coming from above me. It flowed from the mountain, to the lake below. The way to cross it was by grabing a rope, connected from one end to the next, and then climb a shitty ladder. I rested after two hours walk, and continued on to my last stop of the day. As the road went on, it became easier, and easier to walk. No more uphill and downhill, but more level this time. When I finally arrived at the campsite, I realized it was a very organized spot. It's right on the lake bed, not far from where the glacier ends, so after finding myself a good spot to set up camp, I walked to the beach of the lake, where you can see little pieces of ice from the iceberg floating nearby. I took some pictures, made myself some hot chocolate again, and went completly ZONK. I slept for about two hours, waking up, because for two seconds I heard voices speaking in hebrew. I went to take my long desired shower, and looked for those voices. I found them quite easily, because only an Israeli can spot another Israeli a mile away. I spoke to them for a while, and then went back to my tent to cook dinner, and rest.

The sixth day was definitely the windiest. As soon as I left the campsite in the morning, the roaf took me higher and higher, away from the lake but still moving along to it. As I went higher, the wind got stronger. Way stronger. I was almost blown off my feet more than once, despite my weight with the muchilla. The map said, that the next campsite is 11 KM away, and should take 3 and half hours. For some reason, I got there in just under 3 hours. Maybe it was the wind, coming from behind me that helped. Anyway, the wind was still very strong when I arrived at the campsite, and it took me a very long time to set up my tent, but eventually, I vanquished my foe, and rested.

The next morning was windy. It was more windy than the day before, and the wind also hasn't stopped all night. Every time I would fall asleep, the wind would lash out and my tent woke me up. I barely slept that night. In the morning I tried to pack up my things alone, but it was impossible to fold the tent on my own. So, while on my way to brush my teeth, I met two Israeli girls that agreed to help me, and also because they wanted to get rid of some weight, they gave me cookies! We bid farewell, as each went his own way, and I made my way to the next campsite. My goal today, was to get to this next campsite, leave my things in a proper place, and go uphill, about two hours up, to a view point, of the whole valley. After the view point, I would have come back, picked up my things and carried on another 5 or 6 KM to the next campsite, so that the next day wouldn't be too long. When I reached the first campsite, though, I met a girl that I knew from the army, she was a paramedic in my battalion. So I rested with her and her friends, and eventually went up to the view point with them. On the way we saw another beautiful glacier, amazing waterfalls and a huge river. We came back quite late, so I gave up on the rest of the walk for today. At night, we all cooked together, and I also saw some guys that I met before, in El Calafate, so I set up my tent next to them and tried to heal myself, because the next two days, are long, and supposed to be very difficult.

I woke up again, quite late. Took my time not hurrying anywhere, I sat with some friends in the morning and drank coffee with them. At 12, I finally bid them farewell, and left the campsite. The first part of the day, to the first waypoint, didn't take too long. In less than an hour and half I covered the distance. After that, the next waypoint, which was a campsite, hidden in the hills, about 11 KM away, the nap said it should take about 4 and half hours. I was determined to prove the map wrong, so I set off at a brisk pace. The way this time, was much more difficult. It was high noon and the sun was very strong. After about three hours straight of walking I took my first break near a river with very cool water. When my break was over, I continued on my way. Unfortunatly, my way this time, was mostly uphill. It was a very tiring walk, very depressing. On the way, I passed the group that I was with the day before. They told me that they left the campsite at half past eight. So I continued on and passed three more girls that I knew, and they left at seven AM. I must say that today, was probably as dificult as it was when I had to cross the snowy mountains, last week. It was cold and windy then, it was hot, and very humid now. Two sides of the same coin. I made it to the campsite in three and half hours. HA! I beat you map! As I rested there, one by one, the groups that I passed by arrived, and we all sat together and rested. We ate some energy bars, and after 40 minutes, myself and three of the girls carried on. If not for them, I would've made it alot sooner, but because I promissed, I helped them on the last chapter for today. I pushed, they grumbled, and after only one hour, we finally made it to our final destination. We arrived at the last campsite completely exhausted. The girls practically collapsed, and I made us all some good-old, Israeli coffee.
Tomorow morning is the last part of the trek. The reason why I, and everyone else, came all the way up here. Tomorow morning, we wake up before dawn, and make our way to a view point, about an hour away from the campsite, to watch the Torres mountain (hopefully) light up in the sun's early morning rays.

Well, it's the morning. The entire camp woke up at 4 AM, and began a climb in the dark that took about an hour, toward the pillars. We arrived there just before sunrise. The pillars themselves are very impressive. The wind up there was unbearable. Early morning breeze, high in the mountains. Not something to be experienced more than once. When the sun's rays finally hit the stone, just as as the tips of the pillars were starting to turn to red, a big cloud came and ruined the whole show. We waited for a little while longer, but it was too cold, and too late anyway, because it only work in the begining of the sunrise, and if you come too late, you've missed it. We went back down to the campsite, packed up our things and made our way back down to the entrance to the park. Right at the end you can either take a shuttle-bus to the entrance, or walk the whole way, which is about 7.5 KM. Well, I didn't walk for nine days, 105 KM (by my calculation) to take a bus for the ten kilometers. So, of course, I walked back with a guy I met during the trek. The walk back was very easy, although very boring to the eye's, there was nothing special to see. We waited for a while longer there, and then boarded the bus back to Puerto Natales.

The foes were vicious, man-eating, cat-size mosquito's, with large teeth, that can breath fire. They had three heads, and if once you cut off the wrong head, it grows two in it's place.

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At world's end


I'm across the border again, (I feel like I have a Deja vu‏(‏,‎ and this time at the end of the world. I'm at the southern-most city on Earth, Ushuaia.
I took an early morning bus from Puerto Natales, in one of those big busses. After two hours, in the end of nowhere (can't say it was the middle), I had to change busses. This time it was a small bus, and I sat for 13 hours next to a Czech soldier that was too big for his chair (too sexy for his shirt?!). Very uncomfortable. I arrived in Ushuaia in the evening, and went to the main street to see if I can get some help from any Israeli's I meet. They were quite easy to find, and I finally found a place that's called "The world's end" hostel.
On monday morning I have a flight back to Buenos Aires to meet Dima, and from there, west.

I spent the night on the couch in the hostel, because there were no available beds. The next morning when I woke up, some guy asked around if anybody wants to come with him to a lagoon nearby. I had an entire day to pass untill my flight to Buenos Aires, so I said I'll go with him. Eventually another girl joined aswell, and the three of us took a van, that cost 50 pesos each, there and back. When we arrived at the reserve, right at the entrance, there were dozens of sliegh-dogs! So cute. Apparently, it snows here sometimes and they have sleighs. Would have been very cool to take one had we been here in the right season. We walked in a marked route to the lagoon, most of the which was very easy to walk and distinguish, untill we had to pass through a swamp. Swamp's suck. It felt like walking on a wet carpet for most of the time, and the bits that weren't, were muddy.
We sat and relaxed on the edge of the water, untill it was time to head back. This is where the fun begins. We made our way back the way we came, or so we thought. We had to walk through the swamp again, and find the markings that lead back to the entrance. We couldn't find the marking, and we went into the forest, thinking it was the route back. It wasn't, and we got lost in the woods for over an hour. Finally, we back-tracked to the swamp we started from, found some Brits that were also looking for the way back, and together, our minds set on one thing, and one thing alone, we found the marking, not 100 meters from where we were. We met our driver at the entrance (who was a bit pissed off that we were late to the pre-set time), and he took us back to the city. There, we rested for a few hours, and went at night to an all-you-can-eat restaurant. Satisfied that we ate some dead animal's, I went back to the hostel and called it a day.

On Monday afternoon my flight leaves for BA.
Untill then, so long, and thanks for all the fish.

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sunny 32 °C

I arrived in Buenos Aires, after a short, but very bumby flight from Ushuaia. The takeoff was very rocky, and some Israeli guy yelled in between the noise, that when we land, all the Jews on the flight should read "Ha Gomel". Very amusing.
Anyway, I took a bus to the center, to meet Dima in his hostel. I found the place after walking around for a few minutes, and then I waited. And waited. And waited. I waited for over three hours for him, while he was waiting for me in a nearby hostel, that he sent me it's adress, but I had no internet so I didn't know about it. Eventually, he came and we talked and talked about what we want to do next in the trip. We ended up going to sleep at 5 AM, and woke up at 7 to go to the bus terminal, to buy tickets, out of the city.

At 11, that same morning, Dima, Myself, and a brother and sister we're travelling with now, all boarded a bus to a city, four hours west of Buenos Aires, called Rosario. There, we looked around for a while, untill we found a very cool, very Rock N' Roll-like hostel, run by a guy named Omar. He helped us tremendously with everything. We asked him to book us for a skydive in a town nearby, and two days later we had our "appointment". In the meantime, we had alot of time to kill.

The next day, we woke up early in the morning, and took a busride somewhere around the city, to a beach. Now, Rosario is basicly in the middle of Argentina, so no ocean for you (come back one year!). So aparently, we went to a lake. The water was very brown and muddy, but the weather was perfect. Unfortunately, we still don't know how it happened, when we came and looked for a place to sit, we ended up sitting next to some girls from our hostel, girls that I personally, can't get along with. They came with their awful "mizrahit" music. It was terrible. I came half-way across the world to get away from that kind of music, and they bring to the beach, and sit right behind me with it. Unthinkable.
Anyway, later that day we cooked ourselves dinner, and went to sleep quite early, because the next day was the big jump.

We woke up at noon-ish, the next day. Our hostel manager, Omar, was kind enough to give us a ride to the airfield. This is like being in Ra'anana, and saying "Oh, I'm going to Kefar-Saba today, how about I take you to Ashdod on the way?".
Anyway, when we got there, there were already about ten people that arrived before us and we had to wait for roughly 7 untill we jumped.
The sensation is simply something you cannot describe. I´ll try anyway.
You sit for about 10-15 minutes inside a terribly small airplane, piloted by someone younger than me(!). There´s only place for exactly four people, two jumpers, and two guides. The guides were such big people that they took most of the space inside the tiny plane.
From above you could see the entire countryside surrounding the airfield; miles and miles of land, and straight, unpaved roads. Once you open the door of the craft, all the wind rushes in, at 230 miles an hour. Then the fun part begins, you have to step outside, with a big skydiving guide connected to your back. I put my first leg outside, just like he told me to do, and then all I had to do is wait, because two seconds later I was falling. This fall is not a helpless fall, that you know that in the end gravity will win. This time, man has defeated the laws of physics. You fall for about 15-20 seconds, by that time I managed to place a (unlit) cigar in my mouth for a cool photo, but by the time we opened the chute, the cigar just deteriorated in my mouth.
This sensation, the adrenalin is something i´ve never experienced before, and I fell in love with it. That´s why I want to go to a skydiving course, either here somewhere, maybe in Cordoba, because I heard it was more legal there, and if not here, then I´ll do it in Israel.

The next couple of days weren´t as exhilirating as the day we jumped. We met our friends from other hostels. We went to a pool that belongs to the jewish comunity here in Rosario, ate outside, went to parties and scoured the city.

On Sunday, the 20th, in the evening, Dima, Lior & Ma´ayan (the brother and sister) and Me are all taking an 18 hour bus ride to Puerto Iguazu, on the Argentinian-Brasil border. We will stay there for a few days and we shall all see where we´re going next.

Untill then, Make it so.

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Puerto Iguazu (Brasil-Paraguay)

27 °C

I hail to you from the Argentina-Brasil border!

After a very long, 19 hour, bus ride, from Rosario we finally arrived in Puerto Iguazu, one meal and two silly action movies later. Puerto Iguazu resides close to the Brasillian border, which means that the weather here is tropical. It rains alot, but still the air is very warm and humid. The town itself, has alot of tourism, but it's still very poor. You can see small children sleeping in the streets. It's very sad that a country lets itself reach that point.
On our first day we focused on finding a hostel, and a hostel we found. A man in the bus station told us that his hostel has free taxi's from the hostel, dinner, a pool, a pool table and something else that I can't remember. What I've learned from this experience, is never to trust a man that has no teeth in a bus station. None of that was true, although we did manage to settle for a cheap-ish price for a room. We went to a nearby hostel, where no-one asked any questions, and went to their pool. We also found a very nice view point, that just like we have in our north (except that these countries aren't enemies), looks over to Argentina-Paraguay-Brasil from the same spot. Then, at night we went to sleep quite early, because tomorow was a day of water.

The next morning we went very early to the bus station to take a bus to the falls.‏‎ When we arrived, we could hear the falls from where we were, which was a couple of KMs away. We entered the park, and walked on the path toward the falls, and slowly but steadily the noise grew louder, and louder. There's no other way of describing it other than thunderous. Aparently, the water that falls there in six hours, is enough to keep Israel running for a whole year. The paths there are steel walkways with lots of people, and every view point gives you a different angle of the falls. By the way, you can visit the park either on the Argentinian side, or the Brazillian side, but then it'll cost twice as much. Anyway, when we were done with the falls, we went back to the hostel completely exhausted, so we all went to sleep for a couple of hours. When we woke up, we all went to a pub at night.

The next day, we woke up and went to the station again to buy bus tickets out of Puerto Iguazu, to a city on the border with Bolivia, called Salta. There were only two tickets by the time we got there, and we are four. We ended up buying tickets a day apart, so Dima and I are going on Friday, 24 hours away by bus, to Salta, to meet Lior and his sister, Ma'ayan.
That night we wanted to go out drinking with some friends we met here, but I ran out of money after buying the ticket, so we first went to the bank. When I pulled out my card for the cash machine, instead of a credit card, I pulled out 60 USD. Someone stole my card, probably when I was in the shower, and left 60 dollars as payment for it. Wierdest thing I ever seen.

The next morning, we found out that Paraguay is just and hour away by bus. There, right at the border, there's this big flee market. So, of course we wanted to go and look around. When we got there, it reminded me alot of the flee markets in the Palestinian cities on the west bank, only much, much bigger. The place was huge. Streets upon streets of small vendors, and little shops. If you want to find something, this is the place to go to, only watch where you speak hebrew, because there's also a part there, of electronic shops, that are owned mostly by Lebanese and Siryans. I found myself a really cool Machete for the jungles up north, and Dima & Lior bought some other stuff. All in all, it was a very cool experience going there, because every step you make, someone walks up to you and offers you something; Things like socks, USB disc-on keys, hookers (don't ask), and loads of other stuff.
We went back to the hostel by taxi, with three other people, crammed in the boot of the car, we crossed the border back to Argentina.

On Thursday morning, Lior and Ma'ayan left for Salta, and Dima & I were left behind to fend for ourselves, until the next morning.

On our last day in Puerto Iguazu, Dima and I had to be creative. We met alot of people that day. There was this group of Israelis that we found in our room at some point, one of them completely drunk, because of a bet. We talked for a bit, and went over to their hostel for a few hours. Then we went back to our hostel, and sat with two Swedish people, an Australian girl, a Dutch girl, two Malaisians and a penguin. We all played poker for a while and had a great time, except me. The penguin took all my money. Dima and I wanted to stay up as late as we could, because tomorow morning we had a 24 hour bus ride to Salta. Later that day, I went out for a much needed run around town. At midnight, we made ourselves some hamburgers, and went to sleep as sick as a pig.

For now, until Bolivia, remember: That Guns are for Show, Knives for a Pro.

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