Na vylete po Chiloe 2/ On a trip around Chiloe 2

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Napriek povesti Chiloe ako uprsaneho ostrova sme sa znova zobudili do krasneho slnecneho dna. Uz od rana bolo velmi teplo a tak sme sa nechali zlakat na kupanie v oceane. Stanik sa doteraz kupal v kazdej lagune kde sa dalo a vyhlasil ze toto bola najstudenejsie voda aku doteraz zazil. Podarilo sa nam vliezt do vody po kolena, viac sa nedalo, nohy nam hned trpli od zimy. Neskor sme sa vydali naspat do Cucoa a mali sme stastie pri stopovani. V Cucao sme zasli na miestnu plaz, hoci sme ich za poslednych par dni videli vela tato bola opat niecim zvlastna - po celej jej dlzke sa tiahol niekolkometrovy pas bielych musli. Neskor sme este objavili najvacsiu mrtvu rybu aku sme kedy videli, nevieme co to bolo, ale bol to smutny pohlad. Vecer sa blizil a mi sme si zacali hladat miesto pre nas stan, mali sme vyhliadnutu opustenu plaz a Stanik sa rozhodol usetrit cestu k nej. Planovali sme prebrodit rieku vlievajucu sa do mora, ale nakoniec sme zistili ze bola prilis hlboka, tak sme sa vidali cez pole porastene obrovskymi pichlavymi lopuchmi. Neskor sme v pieskovych dunach objavili miestecko pre nas, kryte pred vetrom, ale s vyhladom na more. Opat sme boli na celej plazi samy, urobili si ohnik a videli dalsi krasny zapad slnka.


Despite Chiloes reputation as a rainy island we woke up into another beautiful sunny day. It was already very hot right from the morning, so we got tempted to swim in the ocean. Stan already swam in every laguna possible, but said that this was the coldiest water he had ever experienced. We managed to get there up to our knees, but that was it, our feet immediately hurt from cold. Later we headed back to Cucao and were again lucky with hitchhiking. In Cucao we went to its local beach, and although we have seen many beaches in last few days this was again special - all along its shore there was a few metres wide strip of white shells. Later we found out the biggest dead fish we ever seen, we dont know what it was but it was a sad sight. Evening was coming and we started to look for a place to pitch our tent. We had a place in mind and Stan decided for a shortcut. We planned to cross a river emptying into a sea, but in the end it was too deep, so we went through a field covered in huge spiky plants. Later in sand dunes we found a right place for us, shielded from wind, but with a view over the ocean. We were again alone, made a fire and watched another great sunset.

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