Calf in Chiloe Parque Nacional
We arrived at Castro after the bus-barge crossing (that didn´t even require us to leave our seat as we crossed the water to Chiloe). It didn´t seem like the most attractive of towns - plenty of corrigated metal facias and ugly buildings dominated the style. We discoverd over the couple of days that we spent there that it was friendly enough, just not as attractive as some of the towns that we have recently visited.
We found a decent hospedaje and planned our trip to Parque Nacional Chiloe. It wasn´t as easy as we might have thought though, there were only a couple of buses and it left us with only about 4 hours in the park and most of the decent walks required at least 6 hours.
Beach at Chiloe
We had a wander around and walked over the dunes to the beach. The water was very choppy and the sun was very bright, although it didn´t feel very warm as we walked along. Eventually, we could see a shape in the distance and as we approached we could see that it was a whale (that had obviously been dead for some time), it was a very sad sight - when the wind changed the smell was absoutely terrible, no wonder an official looking person turned-up soon after witha gas-mask! They must have been prepared for this sort of thing. We had been told about the beauty of the Isle of Chiloe, which we don´t disagree with, we just found it very similar to the countryside back home and after glaciers, high snow-capped mountains, sweeping forests and dramatic canyons, it was more like a nice stroll than something to get hugely excited about. Partly, this was probably because of the hype of all the fantastic wildlife the area has - we managed to see a couple of seabirds and nothing else!
We took the bus north to Valdavia - a university city known as "The City of Rivers", which was to be our final stop before reaching Santiago and taking our flight to New Zealand on the 10th.