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Trip Start Oct 01, 2009
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I was planning to get to the camp sight ......... (look at Map picture) for the first day so that I could walk to the Base del torres on the following morning for sunrise, but the tents could only be rented at Chileano campsite, about 2 hours away, and they are not for llevar (which is basically take out!) which the tour guide told me I could. So I had to stay in Chileano and wake at 3 in the morning to arrive in the base for roughly 5.01 a.m. and see the spectacular red stones (Reflection of Sunrise on the Torres). This trip was a difficult one as all I had to see was the light from my mobile phone (I knew it would come in handy) and my wits on if the path I was following was correct (I did not stand much of a chance!). However, I somehow ended up in the right place and when getting there having about 45 mins hiding from the wind in a culmination of rocks. The sunrise decided to stay where it was and the clouds covered it, therefore, I do not have a good picture so here is one from the internet.
My nose was dripping and Norman had had enough so we left for the run back to camp.
At around 7 a.m. I returned to Chileno to have some well deserved breakfast (El Calefate jam and pan) and a cup of hot water. I had my things packed and left at around 8 a.m. for an 3.5 hours walk to the next site. This walk was the best, quite flat but the views were awsome with a lake to the left of me and mountains to the right (Stuck in the middle with youuuu!.....excuse the songs, I was alone walking for quite a while). It was a beautiful walk but still a little tiring and I was asking people toward the end how far it was to the next camp; in the matter of 1 km it was 20 mins - 1.5 hours by their estimation. Additionally, I was bored of saying "Hola" to passers by so I started to say "Bonjour", most responses were Hola but there was at least one "holabonj" (again I appologise but it is not easy alone with backpack after raising myself at 3 in the morning).
So I actually arrived 10 minutes before schedule to the next site ....... at 11.20 p.m. Tanking myself up on Fanta and chocolate I was ready for another 2 hours and left at 12 on the dot (I know the times exactly as it was my mission to arrive at Paine Grande before dusk........and because I am colloquially sad). Camp Italiano, after 2 hours, I could finally drop my backpack and walk up to the Mirador just after a Britanico (See map). This was the hardest walk by far, although not having my belongings, my head was kaput after about 1 hour into the journey and I sat for 15 minutes trying to regain some of that energy from the chocolate........all I could think about was roast dinner with all the trimmings and a cup of tea!
I did reach the ultimate point eventually and it was still only 4 o´clock. Here I sat for a good 20 minutes taking in the views and nearly dropping off. After a couple of pictures from funky German man who told me "be dangerous on the Rock!!", I headed straight down and feeling better made it back to Italiano for 6 p.m. Only one last stretch to go and I was done. With all my stuff on my back and water from the mountain spring at 6.30 p.m. I was ready. It was a windy, but flat path along the way with less and less people to see, this was a little disconcerting..........It does not get dark until 10.30 p.m. at the moment so I was confident I would make it before then......I hoped!!!
Arrival time was 8.44 p.m. and I was one happy bunny but what I did not know was that the hard part was to come. I needed to rent a tent from the keeper and there were none left!!! WELL that is what she said and then I said what do I do. I think she took pity on me and even gave it to me for a less. I told her that I only had 10 mil left, and the price was11 mil.............she charged me 7 mil????? Anyway I was happy again...............BUT.............I do not think that I remember boy Cubs, Scouts or Guides (1 of which I was in and 1 I aspired to be!!!!) because this tent was just complicated, the poles I was tried to lean on one another and the thing kept blowing away in the wind. Thankfully, after a while some chileno boys came to my rescue (basically did in 6.34 minutes what I did not in 34.12 minutes) and I was ready for my bag of sleep.
The final day in Torres I got the ferry (Thank goodness with Argentinian Pesos) in order to get the bus to Puerto Natales.