Travel Stories from a Big and Diverse World!
On a bus trip in the Andes mountains in Northern Patagonia, there was a short stop at a village called Santa Lucia.
We´d been a couple of hours on the way, the bus was cramped, and it was good to get out and stretch the legs.
The bus stopped near the local church.
It was a fine sunny day, the first in a week.
I took a photo of the church and besides that didn’t do much.
It was the first sunny day in a week and it was good to just stand around a luxuriate in the feeling of warmth and light……
It was raining when we got on the local bus leaving Puerto Monte (population 200,000) for the small town of Hornopiren (pop 1, 200). It had been raining for the four days previous. There seemed no end to it.
Puerto Monte marks the northernmost point of Patagonia – Cape Horn at the end of Tierra Del Fuego – the southernmost.
The bus ascended into mist enshrouded mountains. A section of the mountain road had been buried under a landslide and whilst workers had cleared the road, our bus moved at a crawl.
The four hour trip to Hornopiren – with a ferry trip on the way – took longer.
Darkness was descending as we arrived…..