Around Los Antiguos, one of the largest lakes in South America offers its charm so that we can enjoy its crystal clear waters and marine activities
It’s called Buenos Aires but it’s far from resembling the nation’s capital. This is a classic Patagonia lake, with its wide waters for fishing and winds that roll or caress it, depending on the day.
From our cabin, we were able to enjoy a beautiful view of the shores of Lake Buenos Aires jutting in on a clear, almost windless morning. After a brief visit to the city, we went there when little by little the fishermen and families started arriving.
On the shore, we observed several boats and we approached to consult about some of the characteristics of the lake. We know that the surface is 2,240 square kilometers spread between the territory of Argentina and Chile and that the turquoise color of the waters is common.
After Lake Titicaca, which is shared by Peru and Bolivia, Buenos Aires is the second largest in South America. In Chile, Lake General Carreras is deeper than in Argentina, with prominent gorges in some areas.
On the Argentinian side, with an area of 881 square kilometers, it is a flat lake with sharp edges to the east. It is valued for the presence of excellent brown and rainbow trout weighing over 5 or 6 kilograms, which are used by fishermen who like to spin in season. Sportfishing is carried out all year round, but in the off-season, the prey is returned.
Wind plays a major role in the lake. Sometimes the beach is calm, but waves are generated in the deepwater zone. That’s why you should know their behavior well.
Luckily for us, we were able to wade through its waters thanks to a friend who took us along the shore in a semi-rigid way. First, we pass through the urbanized area and then continue our journey towards the border that stretches from the mouth of the Jeinimeni River to the opposite bank at Ingeniero Pallavicini.
For a while, we had a headwind and the water hit the boat hard. In the distance, snowy mountains dotted the lake and on our way back we could see swans and black-necked ducks at the mouth of the Los Antiguos River. As we rolled in, we were able to take lots of photos of the unexpected exit.
We all go back to the beach, we sunbathe and share some friends’ sweet and savory biscuits and we say goodbye to our friend’s thanks to the navigation.
When night fell, from the cabin window we saw that Lake Buenos Aires had been covered with a thick dark blanket and seemed to have disappeared, as if by magic.