Anyways, arrived to the park at around 2 which gave me 6 solid daylight hours. I had to get to my hostel, Refugio Tinguilco which was a 20 minute walk. A hand built wooden chalet type of building in the middle of nowhere. Patricio the owner gave me a map and directions to the Lake circuit and then finished with dont do the circuit. "Go to each lake seperately and come back to the main trail." Like usual I kind of heard what he said. He also told me you can drink the stream water and since I must have had a "go fu** yourself look on my face we walked the 20 feet to the nearest stream. He put in a cup and took a big old drink. So not to be rude I pissed in the stream. Seriously, I figured why not, I use to drink the water in Algonqin so I gave it shot. Ice cold and sweet enough. Now lets see what happens to my guts in 2 days. He gave me a pat on the back and said "dinner is at 8:30", we will start without you so dont be late. More about Patricio later.
Over the top I went feeling every inch of my 5 foot 7 frame being laughed at by the forest. First gekkos and now a massive tree to block my way. Hopefully I would get attacked by a puma or a flock of crazed parrots so make the story more interesting.
There were a couple of nice waterfalls along the way. What made these a little different was the water did not just drop vertically off a cliff. It ran down a rock face at about a 40 degree angle from about 100 feet.
I had the place to myself until about an hour and half in when I passed a large group of germans heading back in the opposite direction. After various Holas, buenas tardes, hola, hola, Bien dia etc etc I was again solo in the forest.
*** Weird Mental Insight #1***
Whenever I am on a trail and I pass a large group heading in the opposite direction I always and I mean always think of a specific scene from the movie Platoon. A company of soldiers are heading out of camp and into the bush. There is thunder and lightning in the forground and one of the soldiers is singing "And I'm going to Alabama with a banjo on my knee". Its a pivital scene in the movie as its the prelude to the final huge battle scene but holy crap this comes into my head EVERY FREAKING SINGLE TIME.
*** Weird Mental Insight #2***Since its out there here is another nuggent to share. Whenever I climb a smoking volcano or come across any charged, rugged and smoky landscape I think about WWI battlefields. Passchenadale, Vimy, Beaumount Hamel, Sanctuary Wood, Ypres, The Somme, any number of places.
I think someone out there with a PHD and $200 an hour would have a field day with the kaleidoscope of nueron activities going on in my head. I mean Platoon, come one!!
After about 300 metres the trail got narrow and was overgrown with my buddy the bamboo. This trail was not well travelled but it was the trail none the less. Suddenly like the smack across the head that I needed I heard Patricio saying "Go to each lake then return to the main trail the same way you came. Going back to my "Remember what people say to you" theory I stopped, yelled at a few trees for laughing at me and retraced my steps back to the main trail. I was taking my own advice and the sun was shining. Now just dont fall into a pile of shit.
Getting back to the hostel in time for drinks I finished a couple of Astral Yaggin Darks in about 5 minutes and was ready for food.
Just a quick note, after drinking from litre bottles through 2 countries, knocking off a 375 ml, heck even holding a 375 ml seems silly. Bring on the Big Beers!!
Dinner was with Patricio, an elderly Hungarian couple Peter and Anna, a german couple Peter and Anka and a couple Americans Nina and Jack. It was good fun, lively travel conversation and stories of adventures. Patricio was a great cook and better host as he keep the good chilean wine flowing.
I was attacking San Sabastin in the morning and wanted to get up early so off to bed I went. Who knows what time it was and it really did not matter.