Morning in Coihaique
The Carretera Austral from Coihaique to Cochrane was sensational, especially the Cerro (mountain) Castillo National Park stretch.
The pictures can’t convey the views and sensations you experience from the seat of the motorcycle. We passed brilliant blue green, glacial grey and green lakes, bays that connected to the Pacific Ocean and mountains with jagged peaks.
It is amazing how the road can be narrow dirt and then without warning connect to a wide, paved and well maintained road.
Check our road out..plus the view of the lake, glaciers and snow capped mountains... what a treat...
Yes each of these lakes are different colors. I don't know why but it was pretty.
Tree top canopy ride advertisement strung across the road, in stead of a billboard.
Cochrane is a small town literally in the middle of nowhere. Its not clear what the residence do to make a living beyond offer services to each other and the random tourist that might stop for the night. There is not much to do in Cochrane after the sun goes down but read or go to bed. Maybe that is why the restaurants typically don’t start serving until after 8:30 PM in this region. The hotel we found was clean and comfortable but sparse on services.
In the morning we had the typical hotel Nescafe, bread, cheese and juice breakfast. We didn’t think it to be a problem since we could stop on the road and eat. Unfortunately it didn’t happen. We found ourselves out in the wilderness with no stores let alone any other type of service. Except for a couple of smashed granola bars stashed away for emergencies, we didn’t eat again until later in the evening when we arrived at the cross road village of Bajo Caracoles.
We stopped to check on two French guys on small displacement Yamahas. They were north bound and just taking a break. They purchased the motorcycles in South America and planned to ride them around the Continent for 5 months… two brave and ambitious souls.
Check our road out..plus the view of the lake, glaciers and snow capped mountains... what a treat...
Yes each of these lakes are different colors. I don't know why but it was pretty.Tree top canopy ride advertisement strung across the road, in stead of a billboard.
Cochrane is a small town literally in the middle of nowhere. Its not clear what the residence do to make a living beyond offer services to each other and the random tourist that might stop for the night. There is not much to do in Cochrane after the sun goes down but read or go to bed. Maybe that is why the restaurants typically don’t start serving until after 8:30 PM in this region. The hotel we found was clean and comfortable but sparse on services.
In the morning we had the typical hotel Nescafe, bread, cheese and juice breakfast. We didn’t think it to be a problem since we could stop on the road and eat. Unfortunately it didn’t happen. We found ourselves out in the wilderness with no stores let alone any other type of service. Except for a couple of smashed granola bars stashed away for emergencies, we didn’t eat again until later in the evening when we arrived at the cross road village of Bajo Caracoles.
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