3. Peulla to Puerto Frias

Probably the most interesting of the sections given that we had to clear Chilean border control, drive in a sturdier heavy terrain bus and climb high over an Andes pass, and finally clear Argentine immigration and customs

imageWithin a few hundred metres of setting of from Peulla we arrived at the Chilean shed. We had to wait before a previous coach cleared but then only with passports and exit docs we filed through and we on our way.

We slowly climbed through a jungle like territory as the unpaved road steepened and finally turned into hairpin  bends. We passed waterfalls and also viewed the mighty Cerro Tronador, before reaching the border between Chile and Argentina.

image.jpegIt would be another 4 kms before we reached Puerto Frias and the Argentine immigration office. This system was explained clearly by our guide Judith. We had to take all of our kit off of the bus and the Argentine customs would pick some suitcases at random which we hadn’t seen since Puerto Varas. If our luggage was picked we had to pass through immigration and then have luggage inspected at customs (a few feet away). I, of course, was one of the lucky eight who were picked…but I passed through after a cursory glance at my underware by a fierce female officer.

After the inevitable delay of everyone being checked and the luggage loaded onto the next boat we were on our way for a short crossing of Lago Frias

2. Petrohue to Peulla

At Petrohue our modern catamaran with cafe, wc etc is waiting for us and after the obligatory sitting down for take-off we are allowed to roam on the various decks for the 1 hour 45  minute voyage.

imageThis takes us through the Lago Todos de Los Santos which is entirely within a national park. It is pristine.

Apart from the noise of the engine all is quiet around and for the whole journey no other people or boats are seen.

Orsorno appears at its biggest before slowly disappearing behind us. The mood changes as everyone settles to the slower pace and just enjoys the icreduble scenery.


Finally we reach Peulla, a small hamlet, which seems to have had three hotels, only one now open. During our trip across the lake we could decide whether ot not to opt for one of three excursions during our three hour sojourn at Peulla; 4×4 trucking, canopy zip-wire, horse-riding.

 I chose the zip-wire but before I went to register they were overbooked so it was a lazy lunch and wander around Peulla, which looks like THIS.