Volcano

Chile & Argentina - Up a Volcano, Through the Lakes, Toward the New Year

The view from our tiny wooden capsule room. Volcan Villarrica was beautiful to watch over the course of three days, changing as quickly as the sun and clouds would, and letting out steam whenever she cared to. She is one of the most active volcanos in Chile, and the day after we took this photo, we hiked to the top.

The view from our tiny wooden capsule room. Volcan Villarrica was beautiful to watch over the course of three days, changing as quickly as the sun and clouds would, and letting out steam whenever she cared to. She is one of the most active volcanos in Chile, and the day after we took this photo, we hiked to the top.

El Ten Eleven - Transitions

Pucón, Chile

Valdivia treated us to a Christmas dinner and German-Californian family. It’s time to leave again and cross the Andes for the second time. We hop on a bus to Pucón, a mountain town on the Chilean side of the range. It’s pretty, neat - maybe too neat - just like Tahoe or the Swiss Alps, with the obligatory chocolate shop at every corner. Villarrica, one of the world’s most active volcanos, paints the perfect picture overlooking town - the most volcano-looking volcano, with a superb cone shape, its top tier covered in snow, and a thin line of smoke slowly climbing up.

Around the mountain town of Pucón, Chile.

Around the mountain town of Pucón, Chile.

Madie and I prepare our dinner at the hostel, debating for too long whether we should climb the peak. Everyone there recommends it, and so does the Malbec, so after an early breakfast the next morning, we hop on a small shuttle to the base of a ski resort. We get dressed, put on heavy boots and start climbing, first in dirt, then snow. One slow step at a time. Plant the ice axe, lodge your left foot into the snow, lodge the right one, and repeat - for five long hours. Someone forgot to tell us a volcano only gets steeper the higher you climb. We start zig-zagging. The walk is long and arduous, and the air starts getting thin as we approach 2,800 meters. But looking over to the valley we see the (literally) breathtaking sight of the Andes. In a couple days, we will cross them again, amongst the many lakes of the Lagos Provincia region. But for now, we keep climbing, one step at a time.

Slow and steady wins the race. After over 4 hours hiking uphill, our treat was to slide down almost 2.5km of snow in snow pants and with a small plastic disc. Madie was laughing the whole way down!

Slow and steady wins the race. After over 4 hours hiking uphill, our treat was to slide down almost 2.5km of snow in snow pants and with a small plastic disc. Madie was laughing the whole way down!

The top is cold, windy, and gas masks are required for the occasional sulfur cloud blowing our way. I remember Kawah Ijen and my sore throat the following day. Madie peeks at the crater and sees lava spurting out. A short lunch just below the ridge and it’s already time to come down for the best part of our trek. We’re provided small plastic sleds. Madie will giggle for the next 45 minutes. Who can say they sled down a volcano?

San MartÍn de los Andes, Argentina

With little else to offer on a small budget, we leave Pucón and embark on a ride to San Martín de los Andes, a quaint town on the Argentinian side of the Andes. The dramatic scenery keeps us awake for the few hours of the ride. Tall trees only seen in this region (of which we’ll never know the name) make up the large forest, completely uninhabited. Another border crossing, this one ending on a dirt road of kilometers and long fields of bare trees. We arrive in San Martín de los Andes, with ice cream for lunch at a local chocolate shop. Our dinner at a parrilla brings us back to Argentina, to misplaced ‘shhs’ and perfect beef.

Summer sun on the lake in San Martín de los Andes.

Summer sun on the lake in San Martín de los Andes.

Bariloche, Argentina

In the morning we make our way to Bariloche, finding a new hostel where Tonya awaits us. Another dear friend, Adrian, joins us there and suddenly we’re in good company for New Year’s Eve, happy to exchange travel stories and gossip with them. Tonya’s friend invites us to a small refuge nestled against a lake, with mesmerizing views of the region.

Our unforgettable New Year’s view in Bariloche, Argentina.

Our unforgettable New Year’s view in Bariloche, Argentina.

Grateful to have spent the holiday in such a warm place, and in the company of friends, old and new.

Grateful to have spent the holiday in such a warm place, and in the company of friends, old and new.

Ringing in the New Year.

Ringing in the New Year.

We spend a private New Year’s Eve with Tonya and Adrian, a few more folks (a businessman, an artist, a journalist, and two builder and fishermen brothers), and three dogs. New and old friends mingle, with the help of wine and BBQ lamb. We’re all so close, if only for one night. The next day’s hike reveals more of the lake district and how beautiful this place truly is. 

Happy to celebrate the New Year with friends who will meet you on this side of the world, even on a whim.

Happy to celebrate the New Year with friends who will meet you on this side of the world, even on a whim.

Indonesia - Fiery Blues of Kawah Ijen, Java

A view of Kawah Ijen's crater lake, known to be the largest acidic lake in the world. Our guide Anto said people still swim in the turquoise blue water. We wouldn't take that chance.

A view of Kawah Ijen's crater lake, known to be the largest acidic lake in the world. Our guide Anto said people still swim in the turquoise blue water. We wouldn't take that chance.

Los Machucambos - Pepito

We leave Bali on a local bus, from the Mengwi bus station to Banyuwangi, on the East tip of Java. A hot and humid 4-hour ride until we cross the narrow waters between Bali and Java on a slow ferry. We arrive at Pepito’s Guest House, a cozy and cheap place in the city with a warm owner, Pepito; he quickly clarifies that the real boss is his wife (I, of course, avidly concur). 

Banyuwangi is a small city with few things to see, but it is the prime location for a night stop over before hiking the amazing Kawah Ijen, one of Indonesia’s most active volcano, topped with the world’s largest highly acidic lake. Before we get there, though, we spend time roaming through the city. We had almost forgotten that Indonesia is largely Muslim (85% of the population). We walk through the small streets as the Muezzin sings the Adhan, 5-times daily call to worship. The locals are all nice and respectful, but the stares are long and now directed at Madie rather than me. We’ll make sure to bring a scarf tomorrow. At night, we eat our first Martabak, a most delicious dish, like a fried pancake filled with duck eggs, onions and your meat or vegetable of choice.

The colors and late afternoon light were just right, making this place the perfect place to sit for a few minutes after our walk around town.

The colors and late afternoon light were just right, making this place the perfect place to sit for a few minutes after our walk around town.

Pepito helps us plan our hike up Kawah Ijen to see the blue flames and sunrise; we will charter with Catherine, another guest of the house for a cheaper group price. For most places we’ve hiked so far, if they’d be located in the U.S., we would have signed three waivers, a blood pact and made five pinky promises. In South-East Asia, if you’re willing and able to walk, your security is your responsibility - so we read online (maybe too much) the numerous warnings for people with asthma, panic attacks or difficulty breathing. Kawah Ijen is an active volcano constantly spitting out sulfuric clouds - and sometimes, the wind is against you.

At 1am we started our journey to see the Blue Fire, an ignited sulfuric blue gas visible at night at the site of a sulfur mine in the Ijen Crater. The flame is intense and too abstract to appreciate here (it’s behind the clouds in this photo).Using the words of our French hiking companion, Catherine, “C’est fou!”

At 1am we started our journey to see the Blue Fire, an ignited sulfuric blue gas visible at night at the site of a sulfur mine in the Ijen Crater. The flame is intense and too abstract to appreciate here (it’s behind the clouds in this photo).Using the words of our French hiking companion, Catherine, “C’est fou!”

The journey starts with a foggy wake up at one in the morning and a bumpy hour jeep ride. We’re handed over extra jackets and gas masks (I get the pink one), and start hiking in the pitch black night - the chill immediately reaching our bones. Unfortunately, we did not ask for a “tall white guy” jacket, so I settle for my long sleeve and breaking a sweat on the way. It takes us a couple hours to reach the top; we walk carefully on a narrow rocky path down to the center of the crater, close to the source of the sulfur gas. The air stinks; the path is slippery and extremely steep. But the scenery is all the more breathtaking. The blue flashes we could see from the top become 3-meter tall fierce flames, created by immediate combustion of the sulfuric gasses meeting the oxygen-filled air; thankfully the wind is with us, pushing the menacing cloud away, so we get to come as close as the heat lets us. Some of the gases condense into liquid sulfur which continues to burn as it comes down the slope, creating a blue-like lava.

A colorful mix of local guides, miners, and hikers at the ridge of the Kawah Ijen crater, with its sulfuric gas and acidic lake below.

A colorful mix of local guides, miners, and hikers at the ridge of the Kawah Ijen crater, with its sulfuric gas and acidic lake below.

“C’est Dantesque,” our French hiking partner says. I can’t disagree and fall silent to the amazing power in front of us. It‘s hard not to awe stupidly, but the gas mask doesn’t let me. The wind brings a wave of acid cloud, immediately attacking violently my throats and lungs. You’d almost complain and whine, if it wasn’t for crossing paths with miners on their way back, with 75-100 kg of bright yellow sulfur on their shoulders, and no gas masks. For Rp 600-700 per trip, they reduce their life by a decade or two to feed their family. Close to the gas cloud, ceramic pipes help speed up the cooling process, effectively harvesting sulfur. Unlike in Bali, volcanoes are not holy - they're a source of income. We climb back up and spend the sunrise looking over the crater and the green acid lake. The scenery is right out of an old star trek episode. My throat feels like the day after a rough night with friends at Shotwell. Maybe I’m getting a little nostalgic.

Relieved to have a breath of fresh air at the ridge of Kawah Ijen.

Relieved to have a breath of fresh air at the ridge of Kawah Ijen.

We're back from the hike at 8am, exhausted and amazed; we leave only an hour later on a six-hour train to Surabaya. We stocked up on snacks - meanwhile, Ramadan started. A little girl keeps smiling and playing with me on the train. We pass by the famous Mt. Bromo, choosing not to stop after reading numerous disappointing experiences (including our friends Me & Frenchie). We’ll have time later in our life for an easy jeep ride amongst tourists up the volcano; Our heads are still filled with Kawah Ijen anyway. Instead, we rest for a few days in Surabaya, in a cheap room upgraded with the mosquito net, watching CSI and eating our first McDonald’s in a long time, gulping down longingly a large glass of Coke. Comfort food is a contextual thing.


Links & Tips

  • Kawah Ijen - The awesome volcano of this post. Read more about the blue flames on NatGeo.
  • Should you be wary of the terrible gasses during the hike? Maybe so. We were quite lucky that the wind never really pushed the cloud our way. That said, a lot of the reading online is quite dramatic. After the fact, this was the best resource we found online.
  • Banyuwangi is a 6-hour bus + ferry ride from Bali. We took a bus from the Mengwi station, but the trip can also be started at the Ubung bus terminal. It cost us Rp 130.000 each - but we know now that we overpaid. Make sure never to buy bus tickets from the ticket station, which known to inflate prices. Hop on the bus and negotiate with the driver. The trip can also be arranged with an agency directly from Bali, but will take a full 24 hours if done in one shot (see link above). Better to stop over in Banyuwangi at least for one night.
  • If you do stop in Banyuwangi, make sure to check out our friend and owner of Pepito Guest House. Great rooms, free breakfast, good wifi, and cheap restaurants all around.
  • Where to find the best Martabak in town? We just walk around and look for the deep frying pan. There is no ‘bad’ Martabak.