7 February 2013

Hitch-hiking in Northwestern Argentina

I left my parents in Santiago and then went to Mendoza, on the Argentinian side of the Andes. I spent two days at Isaías' before hitting the road again, accompanied by Fred, met in the south of Chile. Objective: hitch-hiking four days to reach Asunción, Paraguay, meaning 1,900 km (1,200 mi).

I hear some of you saying: "Only four days for the entire Northwestern quarter of Argentina, what a pity! "But at this pace and with this mean of transport, I crossed more paths than I could have hoped by spending three weeks there. Short but intense cultural exchanges helped me learn a lot and fast on Argentina, its history, its environment, sociology, politics, scenery, ...

Some anecdotes. First, Franco was the first to pick us up. The second who stopped turned out to be his cousin! Nice surprise for us. Then we passed Beto in his truck back and forth at different places. After four times he finally stopped, hilarious, and told us to get on. For the first time on this continent, I'm not the only hitchhiker on the road. This competition is not easy to manage; it is necessary to identify the best spots to start and be sure to be taken. Unlike North America also, truckers stop and pick up hitch-hikers. At the end, the objective was achieved, good average (two days more than 700 km).

Little quiz for those who like to play. I let you assign to each his/her profession or occupation (Fred included).
  • bread deliveryman
  • electrical Engineer
  • carrier
  • advertiser
  • fries deliveryman
  • grape seed oil producer
  • computer engineer
  • owner of a trucking company
  • PhD in Linguistics
  • cattle breeder
  • radiologist
  • civil engineer
  • Sunday strollers
  • salesman
  • wind energy engineer
  • winemaker
  • travelers
Answer is in the comments (click on "Comments" under the photos below).


1 February 2013

Chile, from Santiago to Chiloé

Chile is a bloody long country. 4,300 kilometers from the arid Atacama desert just below the Tropic of Capricorn to Patagonia, gateway to Antarctica. And only up to 200 km wide between the Pacific and the Andes, which forms the border with Argentina.

I quickly crossed the North after New Year's Eve with Kati and Falko in San Pedro de Atacama. And I "landed" in Santiago to welcome my parents who came to share 15 days on the road with me. We have not gone to Patagonia (I only go there to finish my route in Ushuaia), but we saw the country!

As I did with my friend Karine during her visit in July, I now leave this blog page to two food lovers who came savor these moments with me. You now understand my taste for cooking!

Picture-wise, the choice was also with them. And the curious ones can now go to the picture gallery if you want to see what my parents look like!
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If it's been a while since you last traveled, if your winter seems too long, if your children have all left home, do yourself a favor and go away. I'll tell you the recipe for a successful holiday.

Take your adventurer son, decide to join him in Chile and choose to follow him. Given the size of the country, do not be too greedy: in 15 days you cant travel more than 1,400 km (870 mi), from Valparaiso to Quellón.

Start with a pinch of Santiago, a megalopolis stretching over 2,000 km², inhabited by 6 million Chileans (1/3 of the total population). The best vantage point for exploring the city, is located on one of peaks which overlooks the city: Cerro San Cristóbal.

Add Valparaiso. It was declared a World Heritage site by UNESCO in 2003. This major port on the Pacific is full of charm, with hills invaded by the city. Covered with colorful houses, it forms an urban amphitheater around the bay. Three funiculars are connecting the top of the city.

Some 800 km South, enjoy a beautiful milfoil in the Lakes region: forests, snow-capped volcanic cones (despite the summer season in the southern hemisphere) and many lakes with some charming towns on their shores.

Let the dough rest on the island of Chiloé: 6 km from the coast of Chile, 180 km long and 50 wide, the Greater Island is full of charm that reminds us our "green Normandy", facing the sea... and 40 small islands surrounding it.

Wooden houses painted like the churches provide touches of light or color where the sea and the snow-capped mountains are never far away. Many churches testify to the passage of the Jesuits and Franciscans on the island, many of which are listed as World Heritage by UNESCO.

Quellón is the village of "World's End", south of the island where the famous Pan-American Highway (or Highway No. 5) ends, at 21,000 km from Anchorage (Alaska).

Hand crafts, there are many wooden objects, or weaving, wool ... made by women. Young grandmas doddering their granddaughters will love their dolls knit ...

For cooking, no need to turn on the oven, it is between 30 and 35°C in the shade (in January is their summer) and do not forget: passed the ecuador, look for the shadow to the South!

To accompany all, you could choose French varieties, or Pisco Sour great as an aperitif or even natural fruit juices (strawberry, raspberry, pineapple ...) at any time of the day. In terms of food, taste empanada (fried dough stuffed with vegetables or seafood, or variation at infinity). And curanto in Chiloé: seafood stew with meat, potatoes ...

Icing on the cake, are the multiple meetings. Couch-Surfing is the best way to get in contact with people locally. You are welcomed "as friends" home-stay, on the sofa or better, thanks to a site where members can contact to be received or receive, on the principle of reciprocity.

Wonderful home-stay in Santiago where Mauricio and Verónica hosted us 3 nights, sharing their family life, their culture, their habits and answering all our questions through exciting discussions. Then it was Nathalie and her daughters for a culinary evening in Puerto Montt.

For participation and exchange, Nicolas offers French cooking and always ends with the famous chocolate cake (family recipe!) which is to become elected cake of the Pan-American Highway.

A nice unexpected meeting with Christiane, Luc and Dominique, three French people still anchored in the port of Puerto Montt before returning to sea on their Alioth. Also mentioning Kati who met Nicolas for the 8th time on their trip through Latin America; Reiner and Mirjam met twice; and Marie-Christine, Adrian and Caroline and their family who received us deliciously in Santiago.

Here it is... I do not know if you will try this recipe! Word of a greedy: we absolutely loved. A feast for the eyes, ears ... and taste buds!



23 January 2013

One year in America

January 23, 2012 - January 23, 2013. From Paris to Mendoza, Argentina, a year has already gone. Some figures about it:
  • 366 days
  • 47,745 kilometres (an average of 130 km a day)
  • 11 different means of transport (I let you guess them all)
  • 1,320 hours spent in transportation (meaning 54 full days) not including waiting time
  • 16 countries (USA, Canada, Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Chile and Argentina). For you info, Alaska is part of the US and the Galapagos islands belong to Ecuador. Still to come: Paraguay, South of Brazil and Uruguay.
  • 3 spoken languages: Français, English and Español.
  • 186 places where I hung my hat for a night or more (incl. 34 nights under my tent)
  • 19,525 pictures, 7,132 already erased and 2,745 published
  • 102 articles on the French version of this blog, 94 in English and 38 in Spanish
  • more than 30,000 visitors on those 3 different blogs
  • 12 change rate to deal with (Euro for my budget and then dollar, peso, quetzal, colón, cordoba, boliviano, etc.)
  • 12 kg in my backpack, 5 kg in my day pack, and I personally didn't loose weight!
  • 4 paires of sunglasses, 3 paires of flip-flops, 2 paires of hiking shoes, 2 paires of All Stars, 600 grammes of soap, 2 tubes of sun-block
One year is also a serie or records:
  • number of countries visited with the same person: 8 with Kati (from Galway, Ireland)
  • number of weeks traveling with the same person: 5 with Henning (from Cologne, Germany)
  • highest point: 6,000 m above sea level (almost 20,000 ft) at Huayna Potosí, Bolivia
  • lowest point: -3 m (-10 ft) snorkeling in the Galapagos islands
  • lowest température: -48°C (-55°F) in Alaska,USA
  • highest température: +45°C (114°F) in Tucson, Arizona, USA
  • dryest weather: 4% humidity in Lethbridge, Canada; it even seems that the Atacama desert in Northern Chile is not that dry
  • more humid weather: 100% humidity under tropical rain in Mexico City
  • longest distance covered at once: 1,310 km between San Pedro de Atacama and La Serena in Northern Chile
  • longest ride: 21 hours and 30 minutes to go from Lima to Cuzco, Peru
And my top 10 so far, from Alaska to Argentina :
  • Fairbanks (Alaska, USA)
  • Jasper National Park (Alberta, Canada)
  • Pacific coast of Oregon and North California (USA)
  • Grand Canyon (Arizona, USA)
  • Cordillera central (Colombia)
  • Galapagos islands (Ecuador)
  • Isla del Sol (Lake Titicaca, Bolivia)
  • Huayna Potosi (Bolivia)
  • South Lípez (Bolivia)
  • Chiloé archipelago (Chile)

20 January 2013

South-Lípez and Uyuni Salt Flat

Here are the pictures of my fantastic tour in Southwestern Bolivia. It's a beautiful region called Lípez, very desert, landscapes changing every ten minutes when you drive through them. I had the chance (thanks to my travel-lover grand-mother and her Christmas gift) to spend four days in those wonderful places, with Falko (a friend from Germany visiting me for Christmas and New Year), Kati (my regular fellow traveler for months now), and Steve and Nina a very friendly Australo-Norvegian couple.

Just for your information, the lama-like animals are called vicunas and are cousin with lamas. And the mix between rabbit and squirrel is a viscacha.



17 January 2013

Jesuit Missions of Chiquitos

I know, I'm super late in publishing pictures and articles. But I'm not the only one; my fellow travelers are doing the same. I've been quite busy with visits of my German friend Falko and now my parents. Here are some pictures of the former Jesuit Missions of Chiquitos. There is a very good article on Wikipedia if some of you are interested in learning some stuff while seeing pictures.



19 December 2012

Info Race

Day 330. Kilometre 38,825 (Mile 24,125). Latitude 16° 22' South.

A summary of my itinerary since Cuzco, with a bit of anticipation also.

Distance between Cuzco and Uyuni : 4.615 km (2,670 mi)

Left from Cuzco, I went on the shore of Lake Titicaca. Puno and the floating islands were my last step in Peru. I crossed the border: welcome to Bolivia! Then I spent two days on Isla del Sol (Sun island) on the Bolivian side of the Lake.

Then I made La Paz a base camp for my climb of Huayna Potosi and my hike in the Cordillera Apolobamba. Sucre, the “white city” and capital of the country, was the next step. Then I hit the road to reach Santa Cruz from where I am going to spend a week visiting the Jesuit Missions (I am there at present).

Back in Santa Cruz, I'll meet Falko, a German friend who comes spend the end of year in the region. We'll go to the mining city of Potosi, then Uyuni and its famous salar (salt flat), and then the wonderful region of South Lipez. After all that it will be high time to reach Chile!

16 December 2012

Cordillera de Apolobamba

Excuse my laziness and/or my lack of time, but I will just post a short report on this hike in the Cordillera de Apolobamba. If you want the full story, you can read the French version of it or copy-paste it in Google Translate.

I went for a five-day hike in the Cordillera Apolobamba, located in the North-West of La Paz, a little above Lake Titicaca. I knew this hike would be challenging since I did it alone (my German friends Henning, Paulo and Lisa left for other adventures) and with very little practical information on the trail. When you had to it days of rain and fog and snow and hail, you understand that I didn't see the magnificent landscapes I came for. But I liked it anyway. Moreover, I met a nice Czech couple and an interesting young gold minor on my way.



13 December 2012

Huayna Potosí

In Cuzco, with pictures of his ascent of Huayna Potosí, Antoine made Henning and me dream. Once Paulo and Lisa joined us in Puno, the expedition was in the pipes. After meeting Kati in La Paz, we all five knocked on the door of Altitud 6000, the agency recommended by Antoine. I don't usually make advertising, but the quality of care and professionalism of the guides are noteworthy.

We left from La Paz for three days: one day of preparation at base camp, one day ascent up to the second base camp, a third day to climb the summit and return to La Paz. You have to be ready to confront a peak at 6,088 m (19,975 ft)! Altitude-wise, it's ok, it's been several weeks since we all move around at more than 3,000 m, except Kati freshly returning from a month in the Amazonia. Physically, ascension is not the most complicated for novices like us. Finally, in terms of equipment, the agency lent us all what we needed: jacket and pants, hiking boots, gaiters, crampons, ice ax, harness, helmet, etc..

And here is the dream team: the five of us already excited and amazed by the Cordillera Real which encircles the city of La Paz, accompanied by Juancho (the mountain guide who opened this agency), William and Ismael, the other two guides, and Tofi the cook. Very good atmosphere. The ascent began in La Paz (3,600 m – 11,800 ft), then we crossed the suburb of El Alto (4,100 m – 13,450 ft) on the Altiplano. We arrived at the first base camp (indoor, don't worry!) at 4,850 m (15,900 ft).

There, a little practice was waiting for us: walking with crampons and ice axes. We even ice climbed. My only regret when I left Alaska! On the second day, a small walk to reach the second base camp (indoor as well). We acclimatised, eat well, drink mate de coca, this tea made of coca leaves to help manage the changes in elevation.

Third day, starting at 1am. The objective is clear: to be at the top for sunrise. We started in the snow and wind. Progress is slow. Kati eventually gave up in the middle. Probably not quite acclimated to the altitude. We continued still under the clouds. And suddenly, probably high enough, to 5,700 m (18,700 ft), the sky opened itself and let us see the first light of day, just above the clouds. It is so beautiful that I am really moved!


The following is less funny. I had to stop at 6,000 m (19,685 ft): the headache I'd had in the morning does not pass. It even got worse and kept me from eating and drinking. I think I never had such headache of my life, to smash it against the wall. I felt my strength gradually abandoning me and if I wanted to go down by myself, I had to keep some reserves. I stopped there and let Henning, Lisa and Paulo continue to the top, so close.

In the end, yes, I am a little disappointed not to have been able to go up there. But happy with my first mountaineering experience. And then I came down with what I was looking for: the sunrise above the clouds!

I know, I'm a little late in blogging and posting pictures. Very soon, the report of the five-day hike in the Cordillera Apolobamba from which I just returned.

11 December 2012

On the shores of Lake Titicaca

Titicaca. What a strange name! I remember giggling stupidly at the mention of this name (sounds like “pee-poop” in French) when I was younger. I confess it still makes me laugh. But where does the name? Several hypotheses, but it seems that it is a term in Aymara language that refers to the Rock of the Puma on Isla del Sol (Sun Island), the birthplace of the Inca civilisation.

A bit of geography for those who are fond of it. Lake Titicaca is located on the border between Peru and Bolivia, in this vast region called Altiplano (high plateau) at 3800 meters altitude. The highest navigable lake in the world is as big as three times the Luxembourg (or twice Rhode Island). It is a freshwater lake, half fed by rivers and half fed by the rain that falls on its surface. The lake level remains constant through the flow of the Rio Desaguadero (7.5%), but also to significant evaporation (92.5%) due to the dry climate of the region.

From Cuzco, Henning and I joined Puno, our last stop in Peru, on the shores of the lake. We met Paulo there (he left us in Lima to join Lisa in Arequipa) and Lisa. Not much to do in Puno if it is to visit the floating islands of Uros. The Uros are an indigenous Indian people originally from the lake. Chased by the Incas, they decided to flee on mini-islands they made out of reeds. These islands could be moved like floating barges. Very convenient! Later, they approached the current Puno, less prone to droughts.

These islands are quite staggering: a layer of several meters of submerged earth (which makes it floating) covered with reed, and anchored to the bottom of the shallow waters of the lake. On average, they are 500 m² and are home of five families, living in small huts made of straw. It takes 8 months to make an island, knowing that they have a life expectancy of 40 years. The coating reed is renewed every two weeks by adding new reeds, the old one being incorporated to the topsoil.

You'll be a little disappointed, but no longer Uros Indians inhabit the islands. The last representative of the people died in 1959. But the Aymara Indians are now living on the islands and run the visits. About 2,000 people live there, most men work in Puno and women run the visits and sell their handicraft products. Nowadays it looks like a attraction park, but it's still interesting to understand how the Uros lived at the time and made their islands.

We then continued our journey. Border crossing: we leave Peru. While I really enjoyed all the hiking in the Peruvian Andes, I found the Peruvians very unkind. I don't like making a generality out of a three-week experience without real contact on site. But the fact is that I was surprised to find this trait (unfriendly, unsmiling, no humour) regularly and in all the places I went. To all those who have told me that I would love Peru, tell me what I missed, please!

Bolivian first step: the Island of the Sun. It is the largest island in Lake Titicaca. Some human communities are installed (about 5,000 people), but most of the island is wild. Steppe landscape, rocky, little vegetation, it is very beautiful. We toured over two days, with a night in a tent in the centre of the island, the highest point from which we witnessed sunset and moonrise, and moonset and sunrise the next early morning. On the pictures, you will see the moonrise and sunrise the next day, in front of the lake front and the snowy Cordillera Real in the background. Nature is really beautiful!

Finally, we headed to La Paz. From the lake, we rode on the Altiplano, until we got to El Alto, on the outskirts of La Paz, perched at 4,100 m (13,500 ft) altitude. And from there, we suddenly plunged into the cauldron of La Paz, 500 vertical meters below. I met there my friend Kati (that you begin to identify now) to ascent the five of us the Huayna Potosi (6,088 m – 19,975 ft), the highest peak identifiable on pictures of the Cordillera Real.



30 November 2012

These Incas are fascinating

The Inca people is really amazing. At the mere mention of their name, are popping up images of the Andes, Machu Picchu, mummies and rich gold ornaments, etc.. But there are also many mysteries behind it. The word Inca denoting the Emperor above all, we speak of the people of the Inca. But it is also used as an adjective to describe the people and the empire, for example.

The Inca Empire extended from just south of today's Colombia to northern Chile, including Ecuador, Bolivia and Peru. Cusco, the "navel [of the Inca world]" in Quechua, was its capital, founded in the eleventh century. Born on the shore of Lake Titicaca, the empire was gradually formed by assimilation of different civilisations surrounding, more or less by force.

The Incas lived mainly in the mountainous region of the Andes, perched at an average altitude of 3,000 m (10,000 ft). But these geographical constraints and conditions were far from discouraging them. Instead, it is their ability to adapt to this environment which has been their strength.

To meet their needs, they cultivated terraces perched on steep cliffs. They used the slopes of the mountain as huge recovery of rainwater and ingeniously irrigated their crops. It seems that the Incas knew socialism before it even was theorised: a system of redistribution of production was organised. Valleys which missed herds were provided with meat and wool and conversely highlands whose crops were insufficient were provided with agricultural products. To do this, they developed an extensive road network that the first Europeans who arrived on the continent even compared with what had undertaken the Romans in their time.

Also surprising, studies have shown that the architecture responded perfectly to the anti-seismic standards (we are still on the Pacific Ring of Fire!). A mix of solid construction and fine settings: small stones able to move in foundations, on top of which megaliths of several tons fit perfectly without cement. It's almost comical to see the disproportion with the straw that covered the whole house and served as roof. It is for this reason that in the ruins, only the walls remain today.

The Incas had an acute knowledge of astronomy. They used solar calendars for dates, based on the same principle as the solar quadrants that give time. Thus, they knew precisely the seasons and the days of solstice and equinox. 21 or 22 June, they celebrated the winter solstice during the Festival of the Sun. In the southern hemisphere, this is the time of year when the sun is the farthest from the Earth. Therefore they worshiped him to make it coming back closer quickly.

Arrived in Cuzco on 15 November with Henning (one of two Germans with whom I travel since my return from the Galapagos), I met again with Antoine, a French guy met on a summit in Costa Rica. He goes up South American from Argentina to Colombia (with an interesting blog to follow). We agreed on a four-day trek to Machu Picchu little brother: Choquequirao. The pretentiously underestimated hike tired us a lot. The accumulation of fatigue from the last busy weeks (lots of buses and hikes), the heat and the altitude made us doubt for a moment. But we had good laugh and hiked in a stunning scenery.

On our return to Cuzco, Henning and I had always in mind to visit Machu Picchu. With the advice of fellow travelers, we were able to enjoy the site in the early morning, before the arrival of hordes of tourists. I was a little embarrassed to taking pictures, first in the fog, then under a blazing sun. But the site is magical. Perched on a hill, it is very well preserved and faithfully reproduces the atmosphere that could reign there 500 years ago.

A little history quickly. It will be short because the village of Machu Picchu has been inhabited a tiny hundred years. Its construction reportedly began in the 1440s. We still do not know now if it was a secondary residence of the Inca, a kind of Versailles of the Inca empire, outside the central government of Cuzco, where the Emperor could withdraw a portion of its court.

The fact is that the Incas deserted the site by 1538. Following the capture of Cuzco by the Spanish, the site was abandoned, lest he too falls into the hands of the Spaniards. The Inca and some of his people took refuge farther to Choquequirao in particular. 100 years of existence, but the Spaniards have never discovered a priori the two sites (Machu Picchu and Choquequirao), the Inca destroying paths behind them. It was only in the 1910s they were rediscovered and remains gradually excavated from lush vegetation.

Despite that, the empire fell to the Spaniards in the course of the sixteenth century. They then plundered everything that could be. The Kingdom of Spain has never been as rich as this time. Conquistadors took advantage also to evangelise the region. One can easily imagine that the Incas and their descendants have had difficulties to embrace this religion that advocates love and forgiveness on one side but tolerates on the other that his followers kill, loot massively, sack cities and villages, or extort vast natural resources.

Aztec or Mayan civilisations of today Mexico disappeared with the arrival of Spaniards. Despite many resistance movements active until independence, the Incas managed to accommodate themselves to the invader. Particularly from a religious point of view, they have cleverly managed to match Christian celebrations and rites with their own festivals. For example, they continued to celebrate the sun, but at the time of the feast of St. John (June 24), without anybody noticing! A mixture of "pagan" and Christian beliefs still present today.

So an exciting week in the heart of the Inca Empire, a week to learn a little more about this fascinating people living in an particularly hostile but beautiful Andean environment. And now there are still ruins, haloed by mystery, in which one walks to try to imagine the magnificence of this incredible civilisation.



16 November 2012

From Cuenca to Cuzco

Day 300. Kilometre 34,780 (Mile 21,610). Latitude 13° 31' south.

Two weeks between Cuenca, Ecuador and Cuzco, Peru. Two weeks when the rhythm has increased. Two weeks during which I rode more than 3,400 km in bus. Two weeks during which I hiked a lot.

Distance between Cuenca and Cuzco : 3,400 km (2,110 mi)


On my way, I crossed the border with my friend Kati, who I've regularly met since Costa Rica. Then I also spent a lot of time with Henning and Paulo, two German. Among others, we hiked in Huascarán National Park. Wonderful trekking at more than 4,000 meters (13,000 ft) and a maximum at 4,750 m (15,580 ft). Technically accessible even if altitude makes it more challenging! Some pictures here.





Then, very short visit of Lima, between two night buses. I tend to avoid major cities in this moment, prefering hiking in the wild. On the bus from Lima to Cuzco, I met Nicolás, from Colombia, y Olivier y Magalie, a French couple from Normandy. Now that I arrived in Cuzco, I'll go for a 5-day hike with Henning and Antoine (a French guy I met in Costa Rica). And I'll finish with the visit of famous Machu Picchu.

9 November 2012

The Galapagos Islands

Galapagos ... an archipelago that has often made me dream since my childhood. But it seemed so far from my route. And then arriving in Ecuador, I realized that I will probably never be as close. And I listened to the advice of a friend of mine: "Do not pass up the opportunity, you will not regret it!”

And actually, I did not regret it. Arrived in Quito, I toured the travel agencies to see available cruises. And I opted for a 8-day tour in the Northern and South-Eastern Islands, the richest in the wildlife that interested me. On the boat, we were 14 passengers and 7 crew members plus the guide. A very good group: long-distance solo travelers and a group of retired Texan birders. A very enriching mix!

The Galapagos Islands are a world in itself. First, its location, right in the Pacific Ocean, more than 1,000 kilometers of coastline. Then, it is one of the few places in the world to have never been attached to a continent. The archipelago is located on a hot spot, volcanoes are erupting regularly, and over 10 million years, have given rise to (and still do) these islands in the middle of the ocean.

It is a universe in itself for its percentage (probably the highest in the world) of endemic species, that is to say that they exist nowhere else. And that is as true for flora and fauna. For some species, one wonders how they could "land" here, especially mammals or reptiles.

But this world is a fragile world. It's a World Heritage Site, but Unesco even registered it on the list of endangered sites between 2007 and 2011. It is a delicate balance that exists on site. The presence of man is not trivial: it is the one who is best placed to make efforts in conservation, but paradoxically human activities also contribute most to the deterioration of areas (pollution, introduced species: cats, dogs, rats, goats, etc.., which are all predators to animals or plants).

Other factors contribute to the fragility of the site. El Niño, a climate phenomenon more or less cyclical, warms Pacific waters and leads to a decrease of fish stocks, staple diet of many other species. Volcanic islands implies that there is little soil for plants to grow. Thus each species, whether plant or animal, has learned over thousands of years to adapt to this environment so special. A single grain of sand in the gears causes disturbances that can move quickly to the extinction of a species.

It's sad but it's not dramatic, say the skeptics. After all, what are the Galapagos compared to the rest of the planet? Well, this is just the perfect sample of what happens in a larger (and scarier) scale on other continents and seas. But political leaders don't seem to really realize that, or at least don't have the political will to act and prevent the consequences (of global warming, among others) before they eventually become irreversible.

On my side too, I wondered about my stay there. For the reasons I have already stated: I took a fly again, I would contribute to human activities that can be harmful to the environment, etc. At the same time, I knew it would feed my thinking on these issues of biodiversity or environmental protection.

And I confess that I really enjoyed myself in the middle of these animals so special, so unusual in our latitudes. This was so fascinating that these animals are fearless. For them, in the worst case, we men are just annoying paparazzi, but never perceived as predators. Birds do not fly at our approach, reptiles do not take refuge under a rock and sea lions continue their nap quietly.

So much for those few unforgettable days. Here are the photos now. And I take this opportunity to thank Ryan for his underwater pictures.



8 November 2012

Race Info

Day 291. Kilometer 32,925 (Mile 20,460). Latitude 9° 31' South.

Pictures and article are about to be published. Just to make you wait a bit, here is a sum-up of my stay in Ecuador.

Distance on land in Ecuador then
on boat in the Galapagos: 2,285 km (1,420 mi)

I arrived on October 19 in Ecuador with Dušan, a Slovak met in Popayán (my last step in Colombia). The next day we spent time in the colorful market of Otavalo. See pictures in article “Market day in Otavalo”.

Then we moved to Quito and the famous equator line. It was obviously a symbolic landmark in this travel from North to South of the Americas. But crossing the Panama canal will remain an even stronger moment. Anyway, I am now, so to speak, on the other side of the planet for the first time of my life.

I visited Quito. For sure it will not remain as a highlight of my journey: huge city, not really attractive, despite the magnificent church San Francisco. Some pictures in “The equator in Quito”.

Then I quickly went through Baños, little village laying in a valley of the Cordillera. I left Dušan. Night bus until Guayaquil and early flight led me the next morning to the Galapagos. I swear! Pictures are coming soon. Just be patient, I don't have an easy access to the Internet and I have some work to do on my numerous pictures.

Back on mainland, I directly went to Cuenca from where I hiked in El Cajas National Park with Christina, Henning and Paul, three Germans. Passing from sea level to more than 4,000 m (13,000 ft) in a few hours is a real challenge! But I liked it and I will do it again with Henning and Paul in a few days in Northern Peru. This time at 5,000 m (16,500 ft).

Last step: Vilcabamba. I met again Kati. I knew her in Costa Rica, then we traveled in Panama, we also visited the region of San Agustin in Colombia and I briefly met her in the Galapagos (I was arriving while she was leaving). This time we crossed the Ecuador-Peru frontier, after an endless trip in the mountains, in the middle of no-where, with Solène and François, from Quebec.

That's it for now. But I'll be back very soon with pictures from the Galapagos!