The times change. Of the calm citizen whom it prefers the reading, the sand and the rumor of the waves, as rest formula, little it stays. There is much adrenalin circulating and nothing better than to occupy the summer period to give loose rein to the inner animal. Much action, much nature. Above of motorcycles, bicycles and a called peculiarity canyoning. Only for supermen.
Tat of the speed feels well. Going above of a motorcycle doing smashing the wind to bits, while the needle of the speedometer marks the one hundred kilometers per hour. Sometimes more. By some seconds one supposes to be God driving a Harley Davidson, in some North American highway. But we are in Chile, in the outskirts of Osorno, mounted in a Honda Varadero, with the cold that is strained by the legs.
From here to our destiny are 250 kilometers - says Enrique Baum -. the route that we have drawn up implies to border the Seno de Reloncaví, to happen through Cochamó, to cross in raft the Puelo river, until arriving at the lake Tagua Tagua.
Baum is skillful in these combat. It goes at the top of this luck of India row that goes into from Osorno towards the cordillera. Four motos are entering themselves by secondary ways, drawing for to some stream, raising dust. Baum is one of the brains of MotoAventura (www.motoaventura.cl), this company is dedicated to cross the Chilean south and the Argentine Patagonia in two wheels. If we animated ourselves we can go until Puerto Madryn, that is an Argentine natural reserve. There it is possible to see the whales little distance. Clear that for that it is necessary to cross 2,700 kilometers (roundtrip) above of moto- explains.
The caravan integrates Baum, Alberto Aeschlimann and Peter Hopf, who acts as guides and, possibly, makes annexed functions. Hopf, for example, is a German who until some months ago was able to eat average animal of a single sitting. He was owner of the famous Restaurant Peters Kneipe and he is the cook of the team in the trips. Roasted and the wine are in his hands. Mauricio Herrera, doctor surgeon, are another one of the members of the equipment and the one in charge of the twenty kilos that lost Hopf. I stitched his stomach up, he says. But that is another history. To the one hundred crossed kilometers, the legs are suffered. Knees, thighs and calfs undergo the rigor of one long abstinence arrives of moto. It is not easy. To cross five hundred kilometers in a Honda Varadero demands, in addition, useful muscles and arms
in form. After all, that metal beast weighs 320 kilos. But what goes. One already is in half of the route and the resignation is a dishonourable device.
The scent of the forest, of the bread that is kneaded in the houses that border rivers and lakes, the particular perfume of the salmoneras, brighten up the trip. Also volcanos, Osorno, Puntiagudo and Calbuco, there to the bottom. A support light truck follows the caravan, taking the foods, the knapsacks, the portable refrigerators.
There are people whom it likes to leave in group other that are solitary wolves. Some prefer to take the moored knapsack motorcycle, sleeping bag and the tent. That one notices that the rider is an adventurer. And other that choose let the motorcycle free of bulks, tell us Sonia Dorachuk, wife of Baum, manager of the company and driver of the support vehicle.
The idea is to leave with guides. But also there are some who decide make the trip alone.
A pair weeks ago an English arrived that he wanted to cross the zone. He wanted to go to the coast and, in addition, to go into in the mountain range. We accompanied a day. We were in Bay Mansa and Maicolpué. But soon it decided to follow single, with knapsack and tent. Helped by a route that we suggested to him, it was discovering new ways. Everything was crossed, at the rate of five hundred kilometers daily. A madness? it affirms Baum. The crossing by the Puelo river is on approval of brave. The river seems able to take everything, including the small subject raft with prudent thicknesses to a pulley. One imagines that helmets, motorcycless and light truck of support will finish in some place of the ocean, dispersed, like the fruit of a shipwreck. But nothing. The crossing is successful and in few minutes it is arrived at the lake Tagua Tagua. The skin burned by the sun, the tembling legs and the sensation of to have lowered with the seat of motorcyles beaten to the rumps, gives account of the effort. The hunger also. Hopf removes the grill, throws meat pieces, the wine. The precise waiting room for the rest of the soldier. To ten, it grows dark. The motos rest. The superman also.
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