Adventures of YB125 in Chile, part 16

Then we left for Argentina, which will be a separate post. We changed there the rear ill-fated tire to a new good one, visited several incredibly beautiful places and several frighteningly intimidating. And about a month later we crossed the border with Chile again, this time near Torres Del Peine National Park.
At the entrances to Torres del Paine there is an opportunity to look around almost the whole array. It looks like a complicated cake. The season has not yet ended, but the cold weather is wild and the weather in terms of precipitation is completely unpredictable.

The main pricing factor in the national park is not remoteness (there is a well-established supply, there is the Internet), not infrastructure (it is very mediocre, sometimes quite uncomfortable), not flora and fauna (the forest has suffered many times from fires, not so much, after all, animals live in large cities too), and not even bonus amenities (private owners running in the park who keep numerous expensive camping sites, hotels, lodges, bureaus and so on, and so on). The main pricing is a promoted name. Therefore, the price for camping is really high! But we made a discount. But if it were not a motorcycle, we would prefer not to pay at all, violating the rules of the park and hiding from the rangers, who, incidentally, do not understand why they are so tired and unfriendly, as if they work not in the most beautiful place on earth.

If you enlarge the photo, you can see that this is not a badly adjusted contrast, but snow! It was necessary to open your mouth and stick out your tongue, but at the same time it's difficult to jump and balance on the rocks with your mouth open, so you just had to rejoice when a huge snowflake sat voluntarily on the eyelashes, closing the view, or - special luck - on the very tip of the nose, and then the chill from it over your heated back.

There is a couple of hundred meters between winter and autumn

The Torres del Paine National Park did not make us happy with views. But in moments when we were ready to admit the complete defeat before the weather, somewhere in the clouds, high, fragments of stunning, giant mountains appeared. They seemed to hover above the ground without touching it ... Huge ... Here and there, they appeared and again disappeared. All this made us so impressed that I wanted to come back here to make sure that this is not a wonderful mirage for two.

From Puerto Natales a concrete road led with the mysterious name "Fin del Mundo":

It is the gaucho in the traditional for Patagonia beret. And a shirt at a temperature of 8 degrees Celsius!

Magellan looks toward the strait that he passed, named in his honor. There is a patagon at his feet with a grated finger on its leg. It turned out that wishing to return to this beautiful Patagonia rub the finger. Well! There is little to do. But we need to leave first in order to return here.

Goodbye, the mainland! Hello, Tierra del Fuego. And now some of its inhabitants)

Then there will be unforgettable adventures in Argentina! Stay tuned!!!