RN#40, rio Belgrano
Before leaving El Chaltén in the rain and in the fog, I spent
approximately 1:30 in a coffee shop by taking a complement of
breakfast and by using a good WiFi connection which enabled me to
publish the pages of my website as well updating Windows 10 and some
software, hurrah an effective connection without interruption is
seldom. The RN#40 northwards offers little interest, moreover it is
always partly a gravel road. I found a bivouac at the junction of
the new RN#40 and the old one at the edge of Rio Belgrano.
Perito Moreno
The target of Tuesday, December 20th was to visit Cueva de Las Manos
registered at the world heritage of humanity. It consists of cave
paintings of negative hands giving information to the hunters on the
herds of guanacos and the manner of capturing them. The guided visit
traverses in more than one hour the cliff of canyon del Rio Pinturas
on three kilometers return. My guide was a charming young-lady who
placed herself at my disposal while speaking slowly and distinctly
so that I understand her comments. Then I sought a bivouac which I
found only in Perito Moreno at external of the city.
Cueva de Las Manos, click on the picture
Lago Buenos Aires
Perito Moreno did not hold my attention on Wednesday, December 21th;
consequently I was going to establish my bivouac for three days at
the edge of Lago Buenos Aires (called Lago General Carrera in Chile)
before entering Chile. During these three days I prepared the
continuation of my journey which takes account of a loading in
Montevideo for Europe starting from March 18th. A strong wind
agitated the cell of permanent rolling rocking my nights.
During my free times during my trip in South America I read and read
again the great classics of the French literature of the 19th
century. I drew from a novel by Alexandre Dumas the following
quotation:
“The three periods of the life can
be summarized as follows: youth, middle age, old age; butterflies,
wasps, bats!”
Crossing the border
I left Argentina on Saturday 24 December at Los Antiguos at the lakeshore of Buenos Aires, 210 meters high. Look at Crossing the border,
here
