That is the day, the last day in the south. The end of the green nature, snow-capped volcanoes, forests, trekking or lakes :-(. At 9 p.m. we had to be at the station where we embark on a 12-hour, overnight trip to Santiago (we recommend the ETM company, their buses are almost the space shuttles for the price of Pullmanbus dustbin :-)), and from there we hit to the north of Chile, to the driest place in the world – the Atacama Desert.
But first we wanted to go to a place that on the first day we did not managed to see. About 6 km before Petrohue there are waterfalls – Saltos del Petrohue, in fact it is a rapid current of the river Petrohue, which flows in the trough formed by the solidified lava.
Sometimes the current is so strong that you can not see the water, but only a huge amount of the foam. In addition, all this is accompanied by the crashing water against the rocks. All these things were really impressive, although the experience was disturbed by large numbers of tourists, who were visiting this place (like we did :-). But what surprised us most was the building at the entrance to the park – a huge modern complex somehow did not fit into the environment, or to what we used to see during our trip. A real command center of the universe :-)
It turned out that it is enough to walk for about 30 minutes to reach the area of the waterfalls. We thought it would last longer considering that going to Petrohue itself takes over an hour. We returned unexpectedly quickly to Puerto Varas where Christmas Market was held at that time :-) and the festival of food trucks “Trans Patagonia”. We gasped the opportunity and we bought the souvenirs from Chile and we ate a dinner on the beach.
With the bellies full of Mexican burritos and sadness on our faces we left the South. Like a Captain James T. Kirk in the Star Trek we set off in our Chilean space shuttle into the unknown.