Our last trek/hike

On our penultimate day, there was a morning hike to the top of a cliff, looking out over a remarkable view. The winds increased during the morning and by lunch, almost gale force! Again, not much to say other than some remarkable illustrative photographs. As I told the group at our farewell dinner last night, I think that God had taken pity on me for not being allowed on the boat, and so for the five days we’ve had in Patagonia, the weather has been truly perfect.

The wind, which was not quite gale force, thankfully, was blowing us away from the cliff. The guard rail which allegedly stopped one from falling vertically hundreds of metres, was less than structurally sound being made, as you can see of logs tied together by rope!
I am not a Geologist, but the predominant rock was of a “conglomerate” , the other being, a grey hard sandstone. At times I had the feeling that if we were not in gale force winds and temperatures in the low teens, and the predominant rock being that red sandstone, I could’ve been in central Australia.
And as in outback Australia, in many of the caves, there were ancient rock paintings in red ochre of hands and birds and reptiles painted between 3000 to 6000 years ago