A Chilean Adventure on Horseback

Chile is a long thin country sandwiched between thenext resting place. The sight of the Torres covered
Andes and the Pacific Ocean. On the plane fromin snow, towering over clear blue lakes, was
Santiago to Punta Arenas I looked out of thebreathtaking. The ride took us through ancient beech
window for most of the journey marvelling at theforests filled with white margarita daisies, condors
landscape below. I instantly recognised the peaks offlew overhead and herds of guanaco scattered
the Torres, which I would soon be seeing at closeracross the hills as we approached. Each vista was
quarters.epic and the sight of the sun's rays breaking through
Punta Arenas is the southern most town in Chile andthe clouds took on almost biblical proportions. The
like Ushuaia, its counterpart in Argentina, it is the mainjourney took longer than it should because we kept
departure point for ships cruising to the Antarcticstopping to take photographs.
Peninsula. I met Alex, the Equitour Worldwide RidingIt was almost dark when we reached Laguna Azul
Holidays agent in Chile and the rest of the smallCampsite and the hot meal waiting for us in the
group of riders, in a comfortable guesthouse onQuincho or communal kitchen, was very welcome. I
Bernardo O'Higgins Avenue.sat by the open fire and drank mate, the local herbal
Early the next morning I went for a walk along thebeverage, with the Mirko and Victor, before retiring
edge of the shore and could almost feel the chill into my tent.
the air from the frozen continent. But I wasn't goingThe next day we set off with all the packhorses
cruising. Two hundred miles north in the wilds offully loaded and accompanied by extra Baquianos, for
Patagonia; a horse was waiting for me.this time we were camping in the wild.
After breakfast we put all our bags in the waitingBaquianos are the local horse guides and are unique
minibus and began our journey north across theto the National Park. They wear very interesting
desolate pampas of Southern Chile. We stopped incostume consisting of baggy trousers tucked into
Puerto Natales, a pioneer town set on the edge of ahigh leather boots, a long sleeve shirt, woollen jumper
lake. There was a charming quality about the singleand beret. Around their waist they wear a wide
storey houses constructed out of wood and brightlyleather belt tooled and decorated with old Chilean
painted corrugated iron.coins. These belts are highly prized as the men make
There were a few tourist shops and outdoor activitythem during the long winter months when the park is
centres. We had our lunch in an Internetinaccessible. The also make all the tack for the
café, which was our last chance to makehorses in the same style.
contact with the outside world for once in the Park;The journey to Lake Cimono was the highlight of the
mobile phones are out of range.whole trip for me. We encountered every sort of
We met our trip leader, a young American girl calledterrain and every kind of weather. At one point I
Magan, and our cook, Jorge and continued ourwas wearing full waterproofs as Loreto and I battled
journey north for another two hours. The landscapethrough the wind and the rain. We stopped for lunch
got hillier and the road got bumpier until we arrived atnear the ruins of an old house that had been
our next destination and start of our adventure, adestroyed by a storm years ago. There were still the
beautiful estancia called Mirador del Paine. Estanciasremains of its extensive fruit garden and we ate
are working ranches and the Mirador was sethandfuls of ripe gooseberries. The packhorses joined
between hills and a lake with views of the mountainsus and then went ahead to make camp. We rode
in the distance. There were outbuildings dottedthrough the very beautiful and remote Dickson Valley
around and a very comfortable accommodation blockuntil we reached the black shores of Lake Cimono.
where we would spend one night. There wereWe pitched our tents in a very high wind and while
horses everywhere grazing around the buildingsJorge was preparing dinner, we drank Pisco Sours on
unrestricted by fences or barriers. That evening I hadthe beach and watched the sun set behind the
a superb meal of salmon steak and salad and my firstmountains.
taste of the local and very potent aperitif Pisco Sour.The mess tent was very cramped with all of us
The next morning I dressed for riding and packed mysitting around the table but we had great fun after
saddlebags with the bare essentials including fulldinner practising drinking wine from the leather flasks
waterproofs and a lunch box. Even though it wasthat the baquianos use. Needless to say I managed
summer in Chile, weather in the mountains is veryto get more red wine down my sweater than in my
unpredictable so we had to be prepared for anythingmouth.
and everything. I met the local horseman orThe next day we had a short trip to a Refugio on an
baquianos. Victor and Mirko, who would be the guidesisland. We left the horses tethered under the trees
on the trip. We were taken to the horses and I wasand then had to shout for the boatmen to bring the
asked what sort of horse would I like. 'A quiet kindboat across. This was not easy as the sound of the
one' I said nervously, and I was given Loreto, awind and the sound of the gushing river drowned out
15.3.bay mare. Soon I had my foot in the strangeour cries. We waved our scarves in the air and
leather cup that is a Chilean stirrup and was up in thescreamed as loud as we could until the men heard us.
saddle ready for action. I rode along the track, whichA Refugio is a hostel where you can stay the night
rose gently into the hills and then through trees whenand due to its remoteness, most people staying
suddenly the horse in front of me disappeared.there were hikers. I also noticed that there were lots
Before I could even think about it, Loreto took meof very handsome Chilean guides.
down into a steep gully, briefly stopped for a drink inOn our way back to the camp, Victor was stopped
the stream at the bottom and climbed niftily up theby a couple of mountain park rangers whose horses
other side. This was my first experience of riding inneeded shoeing. I watched as Victor pared the hoof
this sort of terrain but by lunchtime I had gone downdown with his hunting knife and a stick of wood and
into so many gullies that I was quite used to it.then apply the shoes with a pair of pliers and
We stopped for lunch high up on a hill above Lagunahammer. He did it all so quickly and deftly.
del Toro. It was a beautiful spot with mountains inWe left our campsite the following morning and rode
the distance and a deep blue lake down below.back to Lake Azul where a minibus was waiting to
We continued by descending on a very steep tracktransport us to our next stopover. The men would
and then traversing across a scree slope on a verytake our horses along with the packhorses and herd
narrow path. There was a very long drop on onethem up into the mountains to an Estancia. Three of
side and places where the path had slipped away butus decided we wanted to ride with the men and in
by now I realised that Loreto and the other horsesan instant we were off galloping through trees,
were so surefooted and safe that I needn't worry.across rivers and up steep mountain sides. It was the
Loreto only walked when she was negotiatingmost thrilling ride I had ever experienced.
boulders. Her normal pace was a little jogging trot,We stayed at the Estancia La Tercera for two
which I learnt to sit to quite comfortably. When wenights. It was on a high plateau with very clear views
arrived at the bottom of the mountain, Maganof the Torres in the distance. The horses were let
shouted ' fancy going a bit faster?' and we had theloose and roamed the plains. The accommodation
longest and most exhilarating gallop I have everywas very comfortable with soft beds and a little cat
experienced across the endless pampas. That nightthat slept with me mine both nights. This was
we stayed for the first of two nights in woodenbecoming a common occurrence. It was here that
cabins near a river and a friendly little cat came intowe met Boris, a very handsome cowboy, who spoke
my room and seemed very happy to sleep on myno English but it didn't really matter. We just smiled a
bed.lot. He had a very gentle way with horses and was
Over the next couple of days, we explored the areaan excellent rider. I think that Magan liked him a lot.
in a big circular route, climbing mountains onWhen we left La Tercera it was very sad, as we
boulder-strewn paths, crossing rivers and enjoyingknew there was only one long day of riding and then
lots of long gallops.it would all be over. The route took us onto the main
Early morning on the next stage of our journey, weroad into the National Park. We stopped to look back
left the horses in a corral near the National Parkat the Torres one more time and then continued
Information Centre and we went on a boat trip todown the dusty road back into civilisation.
the famous Glacier Gray and drank Pisco Sours nearI have very special memories of this trip but a
the wall of blue ice.wonderful thing happened after it.
We returned to the corral and from here, we startedMagan and Boris got together and now live in the
on an eight-hour trek across the mountains to ourUSA and have a baby daughter.