Saturday, 5 November 2011

Discover Buenos Aires

Surrounded by the waters of the Río de la Plata, one of the widest rivers in the world, the City of Buenos Aires is the entrance gate to the diverse natural attractions in the country.

Cosmopolitan, with a French atmosphere, pompous state buildings and wide and well-illuminated avenues, it offers such a variety of cultural and entertainment proposals that it has become one of the main tourist destinations in the world.

Its history is so well conveyed by its architecture, that a tour around the city implies a journey from the times of the conquest and the colony to the latest avant-garde.

City Tour in Buenos Aires

Visit to thclip_image006e Historical Complex of Plaza de Mayo, surrounded by the Government House, the Cathedral and the historical Cabildo, a beautiful 18th century building. Among the first avenues the city ever had, the Avenida de Mayo, seeing plenty of architectural samples of the end of 19th century, takes to the imposing National Congress. The tour continues south, to the oldest quarters of the city. Arrival to La Boca district, largest typical Italian quarter where a colony of artists made the city worldwide famous clip_image008through their painting, sculpture, etc. Caminito is nowadays a painters market on Saturdays and Sundays. Afterwards, visit to San Telmo, a paradise for antique lovers. The trip continues to the North towards 9th July Avenue to see the famous Obelisk, the symbol of the city. Next highlight to be visited is La

Recoleta Quarter, where French architectural influence can be admired everywhere, offering a lively and colorful picture. Passing by the Exposition Center of the ciclip_image002ty, the Faculty of Law and the National Museum of Fine Arts, arrival to Palermo, plenty of old-aristocratic residences which stand facing the Parks. This immense 2.500 acre Park, even not being the largest in the city, but the most beloved by citizens and tourists.

Duration: Half day 9.00 am or 2.00 pm from downtown hotels.

This tour may be offered daily based on regular service.

Visit to Tigre & Delta of the Paraná River

clip_image010Driving along Libertador Avenue visitors travel through the elegant Northern Riverside Suburbs of Vicente López, Olivos, where the Argentine President's residence is located, San Isidro, with its neo-Gothic Cathedral, and San Fernando before proceeding to Tigre (30 km away from Buenos Aires City). This labyrinth of rivers and channels of the Tigre Delta have been a favorite weekend getaway for locals for over a century. With its rivers and numerous green islands dotting the landscape, this Delta area spans 2clip_image01220 square km. The continuous sediment of the Paraná River, which gives the river and estuary their peculiar brownish-red color, forms the Delta islands.

Departing from the Tigre pier, the tour continues with a Navigation of the Delta on board a typical riverboat for an hour to explore the maze of channels and streams, islands, riverside villas, Victorian docks, English gardens and traditional rowing clubs along the Paraná River Delta. The nearby Luján, Sarmiento, Tigre and San Antonio rivers are all part of the navigation, after which the boat returns to the pier so visitors can take the bus back to Buenos Aires.

Duration: Half day 9.00 am from downtown hotels.

This tour may be offered daily based on regular service.

Friday, 4 November 2011

One of the new 7 Wonders

Classic Iguazu – 03 Days

An unforgetable experience and a spectacle of nature, the falls are considered a wonder of the world. They originated 200 thousand years ago in the place that is known today as “the 3 frontiers” marked with stone pillars, where the Iguassu river and the Paraná river meet. A geological fault produced on the Paraná river made the outlet of the Iguassu river become an abrupt cascade approximately 80 meters high. From that point, where the falls originate to where the Devil’s Throat is located today, covers 23 kilometers. This is due to the slow process of erosion, however the steep drop which defines them as waterfalls remains.

This original cascade, has become the most impressive falls of the group, The Devil’s Throat. Eighty meters high, it is located on the principal river course. Depending on the water level, you can see anywhere between 160 a 260 falls, that on average flow at a rate of 1500 cubic meters of water per second.

The violence of the falls produce a permanent fog, where sunbeams form multiple rainbows of incredible beauty.

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Day 01: Reception at the airport and transfer to hotel.

Visit the Brazilian Side of the Falls, in the Iguazu National Park where visitors admire the waterfalls from the trails along the Iguaçu River gully. From this point, there is an imposing panoramic view of this natural scenery. We go back to the border to cross to Argentine territory.

Day 02: Breakfast. Full day tour of the Argentine Side of the Falls, when you visit the Iguazú National Park to admire this natural wonder that was declared a UN World Heritage Site. An ecological train transports visitors to the balcony over the ‘Devil`s Gorge’, from where they are able to see the beginning of this torrent of water. The tour includes walking along the upper and lower trails of the park, so that visitors can appreciate subtropical jungle.

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Day 03: Breakfast. Transfer to the airport.

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Package Include: Transfers from/to Iguazu Airport in Regular Services – 02 nights Accommodation with Breakfast – Visit to Brazilian & Argentinean Falls in Regular Services – Entrance Fees to National Parks

Accommodation:

Budget: Jardin de Iguazu Hotel

Web Address: www.jardindeiguazu.com.ar

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Boutique: Panoramic Hotel

Web Address: www.panoramic-hoteliguazu.com

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Monday, 27 June 2011

Pura vida al aire Libre

Paisajes San Juaninos

La provincia tiene áreas de inicreíble belleza y este programa recorre gran parte de su territorio, en una versión que privilegia las caminatas y la vida al aire libre.

El viaje se inicia muy temprano en la capital sanjuanina. A unos kilómetros, en la Estancia Santa Clara, todos participan del primer trekking que conduce hasta unas cascadas. Después del almuerzo, se visita el observatorio Casleo en el Parque Nacional El Leoncito. La noche está prevista en Barreal en la posada San Eduardo.

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Durante la próxima jornada se llega en 4x4 hasta la Sierra del Tontal para subir hasta los 4.300 metros de altura. Por la noche, hay una visita nocturna a la Pampa del Leoncito.

La tercera jornada transcurre en el cerro El Alcázar y las ruinas de Hilario. Al mediodía se almuerza en la estancia Guañizuil que cuentan con un gran bosque alrededor del casco, ideal para una caminata a primera hora de la tarde.

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En Tudcum, la finca el Martillo propone una visita diferente. Allí, su dueño recibe a los recién llegados para enseñarles los diferentes cultivos de la finca, que es un verdadero vergel. Después en 4x4 se llega hasta el dique Cuesta del Viento para terminar el día en los baños termales de Pismanta.

La Quebrada de Agua Blanca es el destino de la quinta jornada. Visitar los petroglifos y salir en plan trekking por el arroyo de Agua Blanca, son las actividades planificadas durante un día de verdadera acción.

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Para visitar el Parque Nacional Talampaya es necesario cruzar el límite provincial y llegar hasta La Rioja. De vuelta en San Juan, todos participan de una excursión hasta el colindante Valle de la Luna.

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Después de tanto trajín se planeó un día entero de relax en la Finca La Media Luna, ideal para recuperar energías.

La última jornada está dedicada a un recorrido por bodegas y cavas en la capital sanjuanina, que incluye un alto imprescindible en el Museo del Vino, en Santiago Graffigna.

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Para matizar la ronda ciudadana y a modo de despedida, hay una salida hasta el dique de Ullum.

Custom–The “mate”

Mate, also known as chimarrão or cimarrón, is a traditional South American infused drink, particularly in Uruguay, Argentina, Paraguay, southern states of Brazil, south of Chile, the Bolivian Chaco, and to some extent, Syria and Lebanon. It is prepared from steeping dried leaves of yerba mate (llex paraguariensis, known in Portuguese as erva mate) in hot water.

The Yerba Mate

Mate is served with a metal straw from a shared hollow calabash gourd. The straw is called a bombilla in some Latin American countries, a bomba in Portuguese, and a bombija or in general a masassa (type of straw) in Arabic. The straw is traditionally made of silver. Modern commercially available straws are typically made of nickel silver, called Alpaca, stainless steel, or hollow-stemmed cane. The gourd is known as a mate or a guampa, while in Brazil it has the specific name of cuia. Even if the water comes in a very modern thermos, the infusion is traditionally drunk from mates or cuias.

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As with other brewed herbs, yerba mate leaves are dried, chopped, and ground into a powdery mixture called yerba. The bombilla acts as both a straw and a sieve. The submerged end is flared, with small holes or slots that allow the brewed liquid in, but block the chunky matter that makes up much of the mixture. A modern bombilla design uses a straight tube with holes, or spring sleeve to act as a sieve.

"Tea-bag" type infusions of mate (mate cocido) have been on the market in Argentina and Uruguay for many years under such trade names as "Cruz de Malta" and in Brazil under the name "Mate Leão". This is considered a completely different drink, and is never drunk on "cuias" or called "chimarrão", nor is it associated with the "gaúcha" culture.

Toreo de la Vincha

Casabindo. Como todos los años, cuando llega el mes de agosto este pequeño pueblito jujeño se convierte en el escenario de una singular festividad.

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Para celebrar el día de la Virgen de la Asunción se realiza el famoso “Toreo de la Vincha”, una variante norteña de la tradicional corrida de toros ibérica.

En esta oportunidad, los promesantes, venidos de los pueblos vecinos, se reúnen frente a la iglesia. Los más osados tratan de quitarle la vincha de monedas de plata que luce el toro y ofrecerla a la Virgen. El evento suele tener sus contratiempos, ya que a veces los lugareños menos diestros suelen ser lastimados.

Otro atractivo de esta fiesta son los misachicos en procesión con sus santos adornados y los bailes típicos que se organizan en las calles. Entonces, es muy fácil ver la tradicional danza de los samilantes u hombres suris.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Bahía Bustamante

Bahía Bustamante es un pequeño pueblo con una inmensa naturaleza, ubicado en el margen norte del Golfo San Jorge, Argentina. Pocos lugares en el mundo presentan esta abundancia en su fauna con una gran diversidad de aves y mamíferos marinos.
El pueblo se dedica a la recolección de Algas Marinas. Hoy residen no mas de 40 habitantes todos dedicados a la Industria Alguera, siendo Bahía Bustamante “el único Pueblo Alguero del Mundo”.

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La historia de Bahía Bustamante
En 1953 Don Lorenzo Soriano llega a la zona, buscando algas marinas, para poder extraer coloide que le permita continuar con la fabricación del fijador para cabello Malvik. Luego de recorrer la costa Patagónica en busca de Algas Marinas, descubre Bahía Bustamante, conocida en la zona como "Bahía Podrida", debido a la acumulación de algas marinas en estado de putrefacción. Realiza el primer relevamiento y luego, junto a sus hijos, comienza la recolección de algas marinas, dando origen a este exclusivo pueblo alguero.
En un principio, sólo había dos construcciones frente al mar. Construyeron casas y habitaciones para más de 400 empleados, escuela, iglesia, comisaría, depósitos, talleres y una proveeduría, entre otras instalaciones.
Así nació este pequeño pueblo en un lugar solitario de la Patagonia, conviviendo con las riquezas naturales. Desde el año 2004 a sus actividades agropecuarias se suma la actividad de turismo, abriendo sus puertas a quienes quieran disfrutar de una naturaleza increíble

Las Casas
Seis confortables casas ubicadas a orillas del mar fueron recicladas para albergar a los huéspedes. Cada casa cuenta con dos habitaciones, living, baño, y cocina.
El pueblo se provee de electricidad desde el atardecer hasta las 23 hs con un generador eléctrico. Cada casa tiene disponible una luz de que funciona con batería.





El pueblo hoy
Sus calles tienen nombres de algas marinas como Avenida Gracilaria, Macrocystis, etc. Recorriendo sus pequeñas calles se perciben los años de historia que se forjaron en esta tierra de pioneros. A la sombra de unos viejos tamariscos de tronco tortuoso se descubre el segundo tractor utilizado por la empresa Soriano para trasladar los carros de algas, mas allá la escuela, la iglesia y la plaza con su mástil que enarbola la bandera Argentina. El antiguo bar López, ubicado frente al mar, es la construcción mas antigua del pueblo y constituye un silencioso testigo de los años de historia de la zona.
Bahía Bustamante forma parte de un proyecto agropecuario. Esta rodeado de mas de 10.000 hectáreas dedicadas a la producción lanera, utilizando tecnología de punta para asegurar una excelente calidad de lana. Sus tierras se extienden en la zona costera y en la meseta, tierra adentro otorgándole una gran diversidad de paisajes.


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Artesanías

Mesa Dulce, servilleteros de lana y amor

No se trata de simples muñequitos norteños. Tejidos a mano por la salteña María Beatriz Ponce (que no se dedica profesionalmente a ello), estos servilleteros que representan distintas figuras collas son “la sensación” en Kkala Boutique Hotel. Hay músicos, pastores, niños… A pedido del público, ahora también pueden vestir la mesa de su casa. Sólo basta con llamar al hotel, encargar la cantidad que desee y convenir el modo de entrega.

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Saturday, 25 June 2011

The North in the Pachamama's Month

Story by Lucia Jutard

Tilcara & Purmamarca. The Quebrada de Humahuaca is a world abounding with history, culture, and tradition that lures travelers from all over. What they are like and what is new at the two northern towns which have grown more in later years.

We got to Tilcara in a flight delayed four hours, a rather short mate round and tons of patience to get to our destination, going past control posts and speed controls without any more delays than the one we already had.
We tried to take it lightly; once we enter the Pachamama's territory, where she rules over everything the sun, we decided that we had to abide by her whims. It was August, her special month; the moment when mother Earth rests, receives food and drink offers from those that use her during the rest of the year, and considers their prayers to start a new harvest season in harmony.
In the hope of being welcome in her realm we knocked on Con los Angeles' door, Susana Bosc's hostel, who looked relieved because we were expected much earlier. We greeted each other warmly and straight to bed.
Only on the following day could we really see where we were. Just opening the bedroom door we found ourselves in a garden in full bloom -lilies, azaleas and lavender- and wooden benches with breadcrumb trays overflowing with singing birds. After breakfast we set out for the day.

VISITING TILCARA
The first that ocurred to us was to visit the Pucará. On the entrance itself, on the foot of the hill where the ruins were found, we learnt that Pucará -meaning fortness in quechua- refers to a hill which is difficult to access, a term we had to agree with after walking uphill for 15 minutes. From its top you get a wide panorama of the Quebrada, for the indians of the area's advantage as they could prepare for their enemie's attack in advance. The buildings in the site were restored using the same materials with which they had been erected, stone for the walls and straw and mud cakes stuck to cardón tie beams for roofs. Thus the dwelling and worship areas can be visited as well as the llama corrals, as they are intact.
Towards midday we headed for La Chacana, where we came accross Monica Bertuzzi -a pioneer who arrived from Buenos Aires 20 years ago-, happy to be in charge of her new restaurant. This venue is accessed from the inside of Tierra Azul, a gallery with an open patio around which there are several shops (handworks shops, a travel agency and five rooms to let on the second floor). We tasted her delicious Andean dishes, surrounded by a good background of music, herb teas and interesting talk.
Feeling satisfied and contented we went to the square, so crowded with people, handworks, material stands and loud music that we only looked on curiously and continued on our way. Luckily we found another square less than two blocks away, much quieter, opposite the church where we sat to have a rest.
Some time later our feet took us to Posada de Luz, bearing its owner's name, Luz Manfredi. Enthused by our visit, she showed us around while we enjoyed the impressive panoramic view and she told us that this was her summer house, which she turned into a residenial hostel when she decided to settle down in the place. At that moment an enormous and woolly creature came opposite us. Chuckling at my scared face, Luz explained that Santos, her brother, had also settled down in the town, where he discovered these animals -llamas, no more no less- which he studied and started to tame. If they were so widely used in old times for food, warmth and to carry goods through the barren altitudes, valleys and jungle, why  not use them now for long walks? We arranged to go on an excursion with him on the next day.
The rest of the afternoon was spent visiting Rincon de Fuego and El Refugio del Pintor, the two hotels owned by Ricardo Mealla. They share the same style: they pass unnoticed on the outside - they have the same fachade as the rest of the constructions, except for a small notice which identifies them- and on the inside they are as comfortable and practical as they could be. Ricardo strove to preserve and recover the identity of the place, and offer a good service to its visitors, with its restaurant open 24 hours a day an Andean gourmet menu.
After a delicious meal and chatting at length we went for a night walk and not finding anything interesting enough we went to sleep.

THE CARAVAN
On the next day Santos Manfredi turned up as planned to fetch us in a van. We climbed at once and after the corresponding greetings, he pointed at the back. Turning around we saw three faces with huge round black eyes, thick lips and lots of wool.
-Gandalf, Saruman and Yana, meaning Negro in quechua. These are the little llamas that will help us in our excursion- the explained.
Looking back now and then -a bit nervous at seeing them sitting so demurely- we drove the scarce 6 km which separate Tilcara from Juella -a small town devoted to agriculture- where we start on our walk.
Up to where I knew, llamas kick. Or worse, they spit. But Santo's ones behave very well as we load them with baskets, thermos and the rest of our belongings and the next minute we are great friends.
Santos came from Buenos Aires five years ago, and started by helping his sister to build the inn. With the llamas it was love at first sight. He started to research how to make a muzzle, how to feed them, and gradually they got on very well. Now he has 150, 19 of which are tame. While he told us about the experiences that he went through in many expeditions he did to the Quebrada, to faraway villages in the midst of the mountains, we started on our way. The first thing was to do a Chaiaco, a ritual by means of which a hole is dug in the ground with a knife and coca leaves and alcohol are offered to the Apus -mountain spirits- to have a good journey. Then he put a jingle bells collar around Yana, and explained that there was always a leader in the caravans guiding the way.
Thus, one after the other we started to climb mounts and admire the immense surroundings. Half an hour later we stopped. We looked around and saw a great plain on the mountain, covered with eight metre tall cacti (they have been there for ages because they grow 2 cm per year). Little by little, Santos pointed at some mounts of stones and an old stone wall. We had arrived at the Pucara de Juella, of which only the foundation may be seen, because it has not been reconstructed like the Tilcara one. After choosing a strategic point overlooking the river, he unloaded the llamas and in five minutes put up a picnic fit for kings, that we enjoyed while we told stories about indians, long roads with untiring llamas and lost cultures.

CALM AND TRANQUILITI
On the way back we had lunch at Los Puestos, Adrián Garcia del Rio's Regional restaurant, strategically located at the entrance of the town. Adrián was another of the piooneers. First he had a hostel, then he devoted to horserriding but two years ago he changed his line of business. Built entirely with materials from the area, decorated by his wife Lucía del Campo, at the restaurant we find a cute and peaceful place to take shelter from the midday sun.
Later on we moved to another hostel. Lili Feijóo and Cesar Rodriguez Marquina, opened the doors of Quinta La Paceña, where we had a deserved rest. As its name suggests, behind its antique adobe walls we can find a certain peace entrenched that immediatly grabs one, especially welcome at "siesta" time.
The architect, couple of Tucuman took advantage of the 2001 crisis and remodelled the family house to materialize an old project: receive guests in a place not very different to their own house.
So, in a green garden with a homely atmosphere the original construction was recycled and from there they extended and built new rooms.
That night we slept soundly in the utmost silence, and on the next day, after a delicious breakfast served in Lili's English tableservice, we continued or way.

COLOUR FLASH
Purmamarca received us with all its grandiosity and simplicity at the same time. We settled down at Ricardo Assaff & family's La Comarca, 800 metres from the town. It is a complex consisting of lodges, rooms, shopping area and Andean cuisine restaurant not in the same building but joined by stone paths. There is also a central hall, heated pool, a mini gym and spa. But the best part of the place are the small terraces of each room, ideal for reading or admiring the view, seen among the buildings.
We soon went to the square, where we had a look at the handiwork on display -the same ones as in Tilcara- and the church. We climbed and went down the few streets, admiring again the different views of the Seven Colours Hill, the crown of a beautifull kingdom.
After lunch we had a rest under the shade of the trees; and once we recovered we started on a 3 km trekking excursion through a circuit which starts at El Porito -quite a low hill, very easy to climb for a beginner-, goes past the side of the football pitches and behind Los Colorados, finishing in the cementery. Dead hot but enjoying the views, rock formations and the colours of the mountains surrounding the area, we wen back to the town to visit someone very particular.
Barbarita Cruz was expecting us. This Purmamarcan native was thoroughly advanced for her time and is considered a celebrity in her town. She is the author of songs, teacher, ceramist, pot maker...She not only received guests at home more that 40 years ago, -much before hotels and inns opened-, but also had a workshop where she taught art. She showed her students to model clay and her house filled with adults and children sharing their knowledge about drawing and pottery, made wine and mistela wine and above all, they sang.
This sweet and wise character opened her house doors, invited us to come in and reagaled us whith lively and amusing conversation. Time flew while we listened to Barbarita and admired her house, full of paintings and handiwork given by her friends. And on a space on the wall what she calls a little embarrased "her awards": mentions and medals for her work, including the certificate whereby she is declared a Humanity's Living Heritage by the Unesco.
We left with the idea of returning, with the promise of trying mistela which was in the making, in a couple of months' time.
On the following day we moved to Hostería del Amauta, the hostel owned by Mercedes Avarello a block from the church, where we met Nunita, her cat, thanks to whom she accepts pets since she opened last January.
Just next to it is Los Morteros, the Carlos "Cartucho" Antoraz' restaurant, one of the busiest architects in the town. There we were received by Tere, who advises in the menu and part of the cooking staff. The restaurant opened a new dining room this year, and remodelled the cellar for buffets or special meals. We try al their delicacies, leaving our congratulations in Cartucho's Visitors' Book, and we leave to see the drummers playing at the square in honour of San Cayetano, the patron of workers. After the pertaining mass, three bands with drums, Andean flutes, cymbals and fireworks went out in a procession around the square. Mingling with the town dwellers and tourists with cameras, we followed them until we were dead tired.

THE LONG SHORTCUT
In the morning of our last day, we saw the news. A picket was blocking read 9, just at the entrance to Purmamarca, and nobody could either enter or leave the place.
After some thinking, we decide with Bebe to take an alternative way, quite longer and harder, but much more beautiful.
We set out Purmamarca along road 52, climbing up the Cuesta de Lipán -of more than 4.000 metres- up to Salinas Grandes, where we stopped.
We walked a bit across the immense salt ocean, and approached the pools to see the workers. We were surprised at finding people covered from head to toe as if they were bandits, and carrying big knives on top of it. In fact the only thing they did was to sell salt handiwork, which we watched being carved. We soon understood why they were covered with ponchos. The sun reflected on the snowy white ground is blinding and the skin gets dry immediatly.
We continued on road 40, and went accross the Andean plains or puna to return to Salta via San Antonio de los Cobres. Although the complete journey took us more than six hours, we used them to comment on the voyage circumstances, the Argentine everyday problems, plane delays, road pickets...
We agreed that it had been difficult to get there, slow down and adapt to the northern rhythm, but once we were received and welcome by the Pachamama, maybe she did not want to let us leave so easily.

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Los Colorados' Trekking


Tipical Andean Food


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Wednesday, 22 June 2011

By the Sea

Story by Soledad Gil
From Comodoro Rivadavia to Puerto Piramides through Madryn, Gaiman, Camarones and Bahía Bustamante, this is a journey characterized by the constant presence of the Atlantic and its fauna. Snorkeling with sea lions, an alga-collecting town, two new museums and a brand new boat approach.

Some people watch buses go by through their windows. Others watch walls; some others watch balconies and those lucky ones, gardens. The inhabitants of Madryn, in winter, watch whales instead. All you need is to have the dining room window overlooking the sea (deep blue, clear and bright here) and you will have the chance to have your meals watching the whales. They arrive in June and settle down in the Golfo Nuevo, but you can see them throughout the Patagonian Coast. And so, in Chubut, you can overhear dialogues like that between a shopkeeper from Comodoro Rivadavia and his customer in Puerto Madryn: "I've just seen a whale from my car". "Ah, yes", replies the other, "I can now see two from my desk".
HERE WE GO
A trip to Valdes usually begins at airports in Trelew or Puerto Madryn and the highlight, in any version, is the boat trip in Puerto Pirámides.
A more extensive and much less obvious is the one through which you get to Comodoro Rivadavia -by Lan Airlines- rent a car and set yourself to explore the Route 3 with useful in-between stops.
This is the one we chose. We landed in Comodoro and went straight to the Hotel Austral. In terms of support and solidity, both the three-star Express sector and the four-star Plaza, are the best options.
Founded by Antonio Roqueta Prat in the 60s, his children Ricardo, Antonio and Alicia are who still run the place, not only renovating the building, but also the gourmet and services proposal.
The excellent food is handled by Catalonian Chef Joan Coll, a personal friend of the Roqueta's father. It was after him that he named the hotel restaurant Tunet, the affectionate diminutive of "Antonio" in Catalan. Coll, who arrived in Buenos Aires in the 80s and was the owner of the Hostal de Canigó, chef of La Cascada Hotel, the Tunquelén and the Danubio tea room, among many other restaurants and several teaching posts, landed in the Austral hotel in 1998.
The restaurant is as expected, specially inspired in the seafood. Live bivale mollusks from Puerto Lobos, razor-shells, mussels and scallops, prawns, raw spider crab and good fish are displayed in dishes of recognizably Catalan origin, in addition to classics like black crab ravioli, octopus with potatoes, olive oil and paprika, or noodles frutti di mare, in ther black or yellow versions...The room is classic, sober, impeccable, the type of environment preferred by those who come to work in the industry.

EN ROUTE
We rent a car, visit the Wind Park and Mount Chenque and we leave towards the route 3 due north... On our way back, we will stop at Camarones and Bahía Bustamante. Now we're going straight to Trelew, to follow the ritual of knowing the dinosaurs at the MEF (Egidio Feruglio Museum) and take a bath of insignificance by looking at the size of the femurs you can see there. Then we let ourselves be seduced by the cozy warmth of home Los Mimbres, Marcela Plust family's farm. The backyard, with a beautiful bend of the Chubut River, is one of the most beautiful in Patagonia.
Fate decreed that that we arrive "by chance" in Gaiman on July 28, Gwyl y Glaniad's day, when local people celebrate the landing of the first 151 Welshmen who came on board the Mimosa. On that day, the chapels are open: a special day to get closer to this unknown world and try something more than the famous black cake. Bethel, Selon, Bryn Crwun, Nazareth and Salem (the only one made of sheet) are among those chapels that make up the circuit.
Beyond that date, there is another valuable address to become familiar with the local traditions. Patricia Alvarez Herrero opened the Poet's House on Juanuary 8, 2010, a museum, which was once the home of the local author Evan Thomas. Patricia does not have Welsh blood but a Welsh heart. She is a retired teacher and lives opposite: she has put a cordless doorbell to open to each and every one of those who come to know her work: a Welsh home which seems frozen in time, with their everyday belongings intact, with very few cabinets and a never-ending story behind every object. You will find the 1947 Eisteddfod chair. "Eisteddfod" means "sitting" and it refers to the way you witness this typical festival of different disciplines that takes place in October each year. The award for the category "Welsh poem" is precisely the carved chair.

MADRYN, DIVINE TREASURE
Here the shock is still the color of the sea, the whales... and Almar`s size. One would like to believe that it all was because of tourism... this wonderful seene of jumps and tails right before the coastline...but no.
Until 1970, 4.300 people lived in Madryn; in 1972, the first aluminum casting took place. Today the city has 82.000 inhabitants.
That does not mean that tourism is not growing; it actually is. Ecocentro, the interpretation center of sea life has been open for ten years now and is a must.
In accordance to the environmental awareness that an urban center visited bye some six thousand whales each year must have, since a few years ago, the city has not dumped its sewage into the sea, but it is treated and reused for irrigation through a system of "stabilization ponds".
It's relief to know that at least as fas as the water quality is concerned, the whales have nothing to worry about. However, in the "green" field, it is too early to sing your praises: for several seasons, Chubut -and not only Madryn- has been suffering the invasion of a seaweed (Undaria) which has probably arrived in the tanks of ships and has broken the delicate balance of local sea. The damage is enormous. First, for the sea ecosystem because it is practically impossible to control. Second, in financial terms: it is spoiling the beaches for swimmers during the summer.
We talked about all this and more with the biologist Alejandro Carribero in the hotel bar of the Territorio Hotel, where we stayed. Opened in 2006 with 36 rooms, it is neither the newest nor the largest or the most striking one (the monumental Rayentray took care of all that when it opened in 2008); yet it is clear that Territorio proved to be a turning point in Madryn.
"Salem was the inspiration for the hotel Territorio", says the manager Gustavo Walter. Its luxury lies in discretion, space and the view. The exterior metal sheet may confuse you, but it is clearly not out of place. The interior is warm; the rooms are spacious with a serene atmosphere. Outside, an employee waters the coirones, while inside, Chef Francisco Moran gets the few, but carefully prepared gourmet proposals ready for dinner.
In the same vein, at a much smaller andd less exclusive scale in the house in Las Charas, the farm-house owners of the Territorio hostel have on the peninsula, a few miles off the access post to El Desempeño. This is another sheet house built high on a round bay, perfect and surrounded by the purest steppe. Each window in an ode to solitude, wind, desolation, to light and contemplation. There are only three rooms and a lighthouse type viewpoint where to let the hours pass by. Alejandro is in charge of the field; he is a biologist. Guests have not arrived yet, but everything is ready. And although it is an isolated place not suitable for anyone, it is clear that there will be more than one interested visitor... It's like having Valdes all for oneself. Only the whales on the horizon. Who could ask for more?

WHALES OVERDOSE
For Alejandro is enough. Responsible for a whales identification project -they are recognized by their callosities-, he talked about future of El Doradillo and La Cantera, the next beach; there are those who want to set an admission fee, others who say it should be a protected place by UNESCO and there are those who claim that it would be best to build a five-star complex. The controversy stems from an irrefutable fact. It is the best place to see whales without going on board: the place where mothers are with their baby whales... Alejandro says that this morning as we walk among the stones, there must be about 30 whale specimens at a glance.
I can not count them, but one of them releases a breath of air and water here, a male is jumping into the distance and beyond, Alejandro says, there is a copula group of four specimens over there. Anyway, there are many. They are so close that if you dove in for a swim, you could certainly touch them. They are so many that boats -and it happens- may run over them. It is believed that in an accident like that, the renowned local photographer Alberto Patrian and two others died last year. This same reason is the greatest threat of extinction for the right whales in the northern hemisphere, of which they say there are no more than 300 specimens left.
Their southern relatives have had a better fate: the world's population is estimated at about 15.000 individuals. Far more than 300, but much less that the 200.000 they were before the indiscriminate hunting. The fight was more or less even until 1840, when the explosive harpoon appeared. Then the factory ship came wwith a stern ramp to hoist the bodies and so they blew it: the following 25 years of commercial success proved to be the most devastating years for the species. "Every single bit of the whale was used throughout, and it is still being used because they keep hunting them: the whale oil is the finest in the world, used for lubricating extremely delicate mechanisms such as the ones in satellites and Swiss watches", says Alejandro.
However, in Valdes whales are pretected. Biologists are against the term "resource" with which they are often referred to by politicians; it sounds to them like the ownership of something that does not belong to anyone or anywhere. But the truth is that after the incorporation of Tiño Resnik's Southern Spirit in the last tender, there are no plans to change the map of the authorized operators. The cards are thrown in a way that Piramides holds all the boat outings and Madryn, the diving, specially a new and formidable one: sea wolves scuba diving. It is done with up to three boats (there are eight agencies offering the service) and a maximum of 18 people together in the water. The rest are sea wolves. Can you imagine?

DANCE WITH WOLVES
Properly speaking, it is not diving but snorkeling. Only licensed scuba divers can go diving. And it is enough to jump into the water, stand that second in chich the sea enters the semi-dry neoprene suit and suddenly one, two, three come close...to understand that if that was my first experience in diving, this otaria curiosity -otaria flavescens are the sea lions surrounding me- would be too much. It is true that divers have fun like crazy because sea lions under water feel even more confident and curious, and they comer closer. But with those who do snorkeling, they also come and watch us; they nibble our gloves; they let us pamper and touch them; they play, turn around, move away, come back... They are like puppies. Those who come nearby are mostly juveniles and some females. The lare male sea wolve, black and large, that mass of 300 kg doesn't show up... thank God! The others are soft brownish, shiny beauties with black eyes you feel like squeezing and moving on with them in this dizzy swimming.
It is a unique, exciting experience. It is cold? Yes it is. I would be lying if I didn't tell you about that. But it is the least important thing. Carolina Larracoechea from ScubaDuba is one of the pioneers in this activity. She tells me that kids can do it since they are 8... and that more than once you can see them cold blue, their teeth chattering, but with no intention of coming out of the water at all...They feel happy.
This tour is relatively new: it has bee on for about five years now. As time went by, they learned that it is best done at hing tide, when the lions are left with almost no beach and so they go swimming, that animals participate a lot more in winter that in summer and that the Punta Loma colony is permanent and the largest in Golfo Nuevo, so this experience is beginning to compete with the swimming along with stingrays in the Maldives or snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef... wowwwww! As such, it is not so accessible, but if you find the plan encouraging and tempting, you should know that it's worth while. It includes transportation, equipment, adequate outfit (socks, gloves, and neoprene cap in winter as well) and a handkerchief; not neoprene made but of tissue paper... you will certainly find those who come out in tears saying "this is the best thing I have ever done in my entire life"
PIRAMIDES
It is not my first time in the village, but the first time in which I find the port closed because of bad weather. A day and a half. Lesson learned: separated by mere 80 km from Puerto Madryn it is convenient to make a call to ensure a succesful tour in good weather in case there is a changing wind, the port gets closed and good-bye whales.
Moreover, we agree with the idea of staying for the night. It is not what most people do but it may be good starting point for going out around the peninsula (260 km of gravel road in all). Towns of a thousand inhabitants, on the other hand, always have a certain something... you come across people several times on the same street, going to and from the store La Araña Bionica, refilling their tanks in the ACA, the only gas station, eating at La Estación, te most advisable restaurant, or in the new cafeteria Karina Sfasciapagliari and her sister Vanessa have opened at the First Way Down to the sea. It was called Wind comes, wind goes. Quite a slogan for a nice place, where you can have a tasty espresso and buy designer items.
Mario Gadda, Karina's husbund, still goes on with Tracción a sangre (horse-dawn), cycling tours along infrequent roads in the region. Reaching Pardelas by bike is a must.
Sofia Benegas and her husband Pablo Passera from Patagonia Explorers, meanwhile, bet on kayak outings from Piramides. They usually make them at the San Jose Gulf and include restful picnics on the way. If a whale approaches, there is no permission to touch it, but no one prohibits the chance to watch them, and no one will ever take that memory away...
Finally, Gerardo Albert from the ACA Motel is very excited with the new rides he is preparing to launch this season. He is a pioneer in this field and if he works as hard in this project as he did with the inn, he will certainly set tongues wagging!
Speaking about hotels and about sleeping in Piramides, fortunately, there is good news. We chose Espacio Verde, two apartments that Maru and Rafael Banegas have above the agency: they are very well installed and are extremely comfortable for families (the large one) or for couples (the small one).
The other news to take into account is the Ecohostería del Nomade opened in December 2008 with eight rooms.
And of course, the new ships from the brand new Southern Spirit. They are two: the Zeus, with 57 places and the Flash Eco with 34 places, seat and roof... it is top VIP!
With 110.000 people coming for this outing every season (through the six authorized agencies: Peke Sosa, Hydrosport, Punta Ballena, Jorge Schmid, Tito Bottazzi, Whales Argentina, Pininos, and Southern Spirit), gone are the days when agencies were mere desktops without even a bath where tickets were handled. Infraetructure, suitable boats and captains. Whales and tourist deserve it.

CAMARONES
It doesn't have many more people that Piramides and yet it could not be more different.
Camarones town has been designed with wide streets, parks, public buildings of stone, wooden and sheet houses, sidewalks. Nothing to do with the capricious and unplanned knot in Piramides.
Founded in 1900, it has a general store, Casa Rabal, opened in 1901 and still good shape. Run by the fourth generation of the family -called now Mairal-, it is a duty to enter his spacious lounge where you can get anything from noodles to hooks, through sandals, pots and dolls made in China.
Camarones is still in a shock when its inhabitants are told about the Peron Family's Museum, which the provincial authorities inaugurated in mid-2008.
Although it was something expected, since Mario Tomas and Juana Sosa (Juan Domingo's parents) lived there, no one suspected about the magnitude of the work. The political bias is not exactly subtle; nevertheless, the exhibits is interesting and sheds light on the unkown stage in the life of the former President, his childhood and youth, when his father settled down in Camarones as a Justice of the Peace in 1903, while his son was in the Military Academy.
Camarones is 28 km away from the interesting Provincial Reserve Cabo Dos Bahias, also known as Caleta Sara, a sort of mini Punta Tombo but much less popular.

BAHÍA BUSTAMANTE
If there is someone I would have liked to know, that's is Lorenzo Soriano, Matias's grandfather. He must have been quite a character. He arrived from Baeza, Jaén, at the age of 14. He was a real hustler, the maker of Cruz de Acero razors and Malvik hairspray. Due to problems in the importation of Arabic gum, he tried to find a replacement and so he came in 1953 to the area called Bahía Podrida (Rotten Bay), because of the accumulation of decaying algae.
are finishing the trip, staying at one of the six Casas de Mar (Sea Houses), having dinner in the dining room, set in what used to be the general store that served the needs of 500 villagers. We're in Bahía Bustamante, the only algae-proccessing town in the country.
The firm still operates under the name of Soriano SA, but on a smaller scale that in the grandfather's time. The factory itself, where agar and carrageenan are made, is in the town of Gaiman. Here they still collect the Gracilaria, the main seaweed, without which it would not be the same the taste of yoghurt, sweet potato, and quince paste, and so many other things we don't even suspect they are made with... of course! ...seaweed.
Summoned agaig by Matias, and at this stage -in which Bahía Bustamante has three pillars: seaweed, wool and tourism-, Zunilda and her husband Tito (who has once worked with Don Lorenzo) are back. Zunilda does not attend to workmen anymore but tourists; she serves the tables and is responsible for the "city tour". She showns the three lines of houses that the town used to have, separated by streets and avenues, which are named after Lessonia, Gigartina, Macrocystis and Porphyra, the most popular seaweed known as Nori, with which sushi is made.
Opposite the sea and Gacilaria Avenue, you can see the first houses, which used to be occupied by senior staff. They are the most comfortable ones: a living room and two bedrooms with a bathroom.
In between, you will find the houses for the single, which were the hardest hit: rooms like closing cells, small and with no toilet; they are currently abondoned. Finally, the row of houses for the married people, where Zunilda and Tito used to live. They are similar to those facing the sea, but more rustic. Today they are Casas de Estepa (Steppe Houses), with a kitchen an ideal for families who live there for a few days or weeks. They can get to Camarones for food and prepare their meals.
Excursion on board can be booked separately, if you want, as well as the rides, a visit to Petrified Forest or a meal in the restaurant; everything Casas de Mar passengers have included in ther tariff.
In any version you may like, Bustamante Bay excursions are unavoidable. Beyond the charms of history and place, the great attraction of this project is sea life as well as the almost exclusive access to it. Nowwhere else will you find "private" colonies of sea lions, of penguins, of hundreds of birds from Patagonia. Blackish oystercatchers, gray gulls, Antartic pigeons, imperial cormorants, rock cormorants, giant petrels, white herons, Crested ducks, gulls and the emblem of the brand new Sea Coastal National Park Patagonia Austral... steamer ducks, monogamous and endemic to this place.
This new natural area -designated in 2007 and of which little is known- aims at protecting all these and many more. Straight out of the proceedings and arrangements between officials, the issue of Rangers and tendered services is still in its infancy. It is the first experience in the protection of the shore and its waters... holy! Congratulations.

En Route

Whales Overdose
Dances with Wolves

Bahía Bustamante

Cormorans

Magallanic Penguin