Cabo Polonio

Cabo Polonio

Explorando las Dunas

We travelled to the isolated fishing village of Cabo Polonio by the only reasonable means available. A thirty minute ride in an old 4x4 truck carried us and our gear over the dunes and into the remote location. After spinning the tires a few times in the overburdened rig we arrived in the small colorful village.

Volando

We holed up in a hostel on the beach. After dropping our bags in our basic shelter we headed out to play in the sand. The continual blasting wind coming off the ocean has formed impressive dunes along the shore and beyond. We spent the afternoon hiking up and sliding down some of the huge mounds of sand.

¿Donde está mi gallo?

"Libertad o Muerte" reads the flag on the beach in front of the hostel. Certainly the culture at Cabo is a stark contrast to the nearby commercialized Punta. Shacks are seemingly made of random materials that were available at the time of construction, nightlife is lived by candlelight and televisions are non-existent.

South American fur seals

Cabo Polonio is home to the largest colony of South American fur seals. For this reason it has recently been given national park status. Sadly, all of our trips up or down the beach meant weaving around the decaying remains of several seal carcasses that had washed up on the beach. The grim scene and putrid stench is part of the cycle of life during mating season when competing males get into vicious battles.