One Apple A Day #170
Lago Posada, January 7th, 2017
Wednesday or today’s lunch After the anthropological experience at the custom border, we started our discovery of the Chile’s side of the Andes.
Until we crossed Chile Chico, we didn’t perceive any significant difference with Argentina. On the other side of the small town, a steep white road was waiting for us. We stopped for a moment staring at the trail that was disappearing between the mountains a few hundred meters above us.
It was a quick moment. Just the time to open up a huge smile on our faces. And then we went for it.
The view from the top was breathtaking. We had to stop for a few minutes to breathe in the immensity of the scenario surrounding us. A few minutes of peace before the fun!
The following three hours were, in our memories, one long psychedelic trip as if we were thrown in one of those video games on which we wasted so many afternoons in our teens.
A never-ending sequence of blind bends, gorges, ups and downs, holes, a lake that looked like an ocean, slashes of deep blue sky. Our heart rates staid in the red zone for three hours.
When we stopped in Puerto Guadal for quick lunch, we were still in awe. We were so excited that instead of a quick lunch we went for the sacred trinity: stew meat, mashed potatoes and Patagonia’s beer. We spent the whole meal discussing what we just lived and if it was possible to live anything more exciting than that.
It was. And it was waiting for us.