(click to enlarge)JUST OUTSIDE the coastal pueblo of El Condor, a very sheer cliff parallels the road for many miles; take two steps out of your car and you can spit over the edge 200 feet down to a flat beach, a quarter mile wide at low tide.
But it was what was living on the cliff wall that was so interesting: thousands and thousands of colorful, screaming parrots. At the time of day we were there – 9 AM – they were leaving the cliff and flying up over the edge, maybe circling around us as we stood on the top, and then headed inland. Later we found a way down to the beach and walk along the bottom of the cliff, apparently greatly annoying the parrots as they screamed and flew around us at our every move.
But it was what was living on the cliff wall that was so interesting: thousands and thousands of colorful, screaming parrots. At the time of day we were there – 9 AM – they were leaving the cliff and flying up over the edge, maybe circling around us as we stood on the top, and then headed inland. Later we found a way down to the beach and walk along the bottom of the cliff, apparently greatly annoying the parrots as they screamed and flew around us at our every move.
After watching the parrots for an hour, we drove and drove, shooting for a coastal campsite on the far side of Bahia Blanca, But it was not to be, as the police had stopped road access to the camping area – apparently for construction – and we ended up staying at a nice pasada – a hotel – along Ruta 3 near Coronel Dorrego.
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