Thursday, January 10, 2013
Isla de Chiloe
If there was one place on our trip where renting a car was totally practical, Isla de Chiloé was it. Departing from Puerto Montt with our 2012 Mazda 2 sport we bombed down to the ferry (landing craft) and over to Chiloe. The island is about a third the size of Vancouver island and has a Tofino feel, complete with the same unpredictable weather. Driving for some time we arrived at a beach comprable to long beach. Between rain squals we stepped out onto this empty sandy enormity to explore. Seeing only the odd truck drive by on the beach I got the idea “why can´t we do that in our lil car?” What ensued was a classic “I told you so” moment. It was going so well, our car “boobie” (lovingly named after the Blue Footed Boobie) was cruising along the sandy beach like nothing, until…. Some would call it a “soft spot” and some a “sand dune”. Arguements aside we were stuck and Amy was out pushing us during one of those rain squals muttering “I told you so”. Thanks to her brute strength we were on our merry way once again.
The ferry runs itself aground while the workers quickly usher all the vehicles onto the unsteady ramp. Then they kick the engine into high gear to get going again.
Long sandy beach where Amy pushed us out
Having the car proved to be the very best way to see the island. We managed to drive to the southern tip of the island where the “Pan American Highway” starts. A highway that stretches 21,000 km to Anchorage Alaska and passes through Vancouver.
Start of the Pan American highway
Town of Castro where the houses along the water are on stilts
Green rolling hills with pastures of sheep every direction you look
The three days of freedom with our own vehicle ended too soon and before we knew it we were back on a bus heading to Bariloche in Argentina.