The W trek
is so called because of the rough shape it makes on a map. We hadn't originally
planned to undertake it, but as time went on we heard and read more about the
experience and it sounded tempting, undoubtedly challenging but also different and
rewarding. Decision made, we crossed the border back into
Chile and made towards the small town of
Puerto Natales on the
fringes of the Torres Del Paine national park. The torres (towers) that give
the park their name are three huge granite peaks that form an iconic picture
often associated with Patagonia.
We had a
day in Puerto Natales to organise ourselves for the five day adventure we were
embarking on. Unlike other earlier treks, for the W we needed to
carry all our provisions, tent, sleeping bags, food, stove, clothes and so on!
It was simple to rent the sleeping gear and we hit up the local supermarket for
food, 1kilo of pasta being the main staple!
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Testing the tent in the town square.. it works! |
We planned our route based on some
tips from people we met in the hostel and the help of the guys in the
rental shop. Excited and a little nervous we had an early night before the 7.30am
pickup.
Day 1 –
22kms
Waking up
the next day I was really dismayed to see a bleak overcast sky. A bus took us to
the park entrance where we paid the admittance. Afterwards we
boarded a catamaran that would take us to the western edge of the park, the
start point of the five days. We spent our first day with Marguerite, a lovely
lady from Australia
who may have been a few years older than us, but was just as (if not more!) able for
the hike as ourselves. The view from the catamaran was tantalising, glimpses
of huge snowy mountains with clouds swirling around the peaks.
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Catamaran to the park |
Reaching
the shore we set up our tent (seemingly successfully), left our packs inside and
began the 11km trip up to glacier grey, the first stem of the W. En route we
encountered every type of weather imaginable, rain, sleet, hail, snow,
ferocious winds and very occasionally a snatch of brilliant sunshine.
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Not actually us, but I love the photo! |
A large portion
of the park was burnt down in late 2011 by a fire that originated from a
camping stove, so on the first part of the hike we walked through acre upon
acre of dead black trees. The scale of the damage was shocking.
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Burnt trees |
When the sun
came out though, the beautiful colours of the park began to reveal themselves,
burnt orange trees, grey mountains, mossy green ground and the purest of white
snow once you looked up.
We finally
reached the glacier, and although I thought nothing could top Perito Merino,
Glacier Grey surpassed all my expectations. The difference here was how wild
and desolate the setting was, with the glacier rising in the distance breaching
into a lake strewn with icebergs. The sun came out briefly to illuminate the whites
and blues of the ice, gorgeous!
We said
goodbye to Marguerite who stayed up at the glacier site, and began the trek all
the way back, this time faster as we were worried about the onset of darkness.
Thankfully we got back in good time and sat down to dinner of pasta (what
else!) after a great first day. That night we sat in the refugio, (a guesthouse
beside the campsite) for a well deserved few glasses of wine. Then it started
to snow! We very reluctantly left the warmth of the refugio at closing time and clambered into our little tent. Now it was the wind's turn. An angry
shaking terrifying wind started that howled and shook our tent like it wanted to tear
it to pieces. Sleep was out of the question!
Day 2
-13km
After
finally dozing off in the early hours when the wind died down, we had a lie in
the next morning. This was followed by breakfast of porridge and dried fruit
and heaps of sugar (so that Damien could stomach it!). Then we set off towards
Cuernos, the next campsite we would stay at. This day was harder as we both had
our packs to carry so the going was much slower.
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This actually is Damien's back |
The wind had abated a bit, but
liked to keep us on our toes nonetheless with unpredictable gusts every now and again. At least there was no snow! After a difficult enough
hike we arrived at the next campsite which seemed to be more sheltered, with
the tents sitting on raised platforms.
After
another carton of wine in the refugio we got into our little tent for the night and mercifully there wasn't much wind so we got a decent rest.
Day 3 - 15kms
We awoke to
the most glorious of things – sunshine! The sky was blue, the wind calm and the
temperature much higher than the previous few days. With a new lease of life we
set off to compete the middle stem of the W (minus packs), up into the French
valley. Everything was so different compared to the day before, we could
clearly see the size of the mountains, and the colours of the lakes and trees
were much more vivid and bright. Walking through it all was an absolute joy.
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The sun has got his hat on... |
Once we
reached the valley we climbed for about an hour, up to a viewpoint where there
was a 360 view of unadulterated splendor On one side a huge mountain, covered
in snow with a small glacier at the bottom, turning round there was more
mountains and a series of turquoise lakes and green forests in the distance. It
was breathtaking and we sat there for ages in the wind watching little
avalanches tumbling down the mountain.
Mission accomplished we walked back to the
campsite for our dinner and another evening in the warmth of the refugio,
playing cards and chatting to other hikers. There was a really nice sense of
camaraderie among everyone on the trek and we kept bumping into the same people at each of the campsites.
Day 4 –
25kms
Again we
awoke to beaming sunshine! This was going to be our toughest day as we carried
the packs the long hike to the next campsite, and after that up to the climax
of the 5 days, the famous torres.
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Our orange, badly assembled chambers! Not a bad view though... |
The sunshine really spurred us on as we
trudged alongside a perfect blue lake. After a while the path turned inwards
and we began to ascend, at this point my bag felt like it was gaining weight
with every step I took and my blistered feet got more and more painful.
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Ouchy ouch ouch |
And
then… we turned a corner and in the valley between two mountains we could spot
the refugio and campsite, finally! We reached it and threw up our tent quickly,
determined to see the torres in the same day.
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Valley with campsite in the background |
Leaving the
backpacks at the campsite we felt lighter and motivated as we began the hike up
to the torres. In less time than expected we reached the sign below and elated
carried on with gusto thinking we were only a short walk away.
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It actually took 1.5hrs! |
Of course not!
Suddenly we started to ascend and all the exertions of the previous few days
seriously took their toll. I was really exhausted and felt every painful sorry
step. But then the torres began to appear, an obstructed view, but a view
nonetheless and this was just enough to give me that final push. We clambered up
to the mirador overlooking the peaks and finally finally took in the long awaited view.
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Worth every step |
We sat for around half an hour sharing the torres with only a few other tired hikers as the sun slowly went down. After arriving back at the campsite some celebratory wine in the refugio was more than deserved!
Day 5 - 5km
The final day was the easiest with a downward hike to where we could catch the bus back to town. The day was sunny and bright and the thought of a non pasta based dinner, a hot shower and warm bed were motivation enough to keep going!
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The final hike out of the park |
As we waited for the bus we got chatting to a really cool Kiwi who worked as a stunt double on Spartacus. Needless to say he was in better shape compared to us post W!
Catching the bus back to Puerto Natales I watched the huge torres fade away in the background. There's no denying it was a tough and exhausting few days, but seeing those beautiful sights, meeting fun and interesting people and the strong feeling of accomplishment at the end of every day are what I'll remember. Well.. once the blisters have cleared up anyway!