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JohnFromBrazil
Rio de Janeiro, RJ4,825 contributions
May 2022 • Solo
Went uphill with a guide and loved the experience. Very nice views of the Andes. I personally think it's worth having a private tour, as you can tailor it to your needs. My 73 yo mom came with me, so we did it in a way that didn't require extensive walking.
Written 27 May 2022
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panamama
Providence, RI726 contributions
Mar 2023 • Couples
These are mineral pools, not Hot springs. If you want hot springs keep on driving up the road. The pool is naturally brown. It is not brown because it's dirty.
If you want shade and a nice picnic area, stay here because if you go to the hot springs up the road you will find nothing but Hot springs, changing room and flush toilet. Not a speck of shade. It is a barren mountainous region.
Note: it is a pretty steep walk down to get to this pool.
If you want shade and a nice picnic area, stay here because if you go to the hot springs up the road you will find nothing but Hot springs, changing room and flush toilet. Not a speck of shade. It is a barren mountainous region.
Note: it is a pretty steep walk down to get to this pool.
Written 3 March 2023
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Markus A
Jakobstad119 contributions
Jan 2012
Baños Morales is about 100 km away from Santiago de Chile in a small village called Cajon del Maipo. The road ir rough, but you can do it with a normal car. I had 4x4 but most people had standard cars. We went there to see the mountains on the way and to bathe in the thermal waters.
I used to visit Onses in Japan and thought that this would be similar, but it was not. The water comes bubbling out of the ground is relatively cold -about 20-25 Celcius. The water is brown from the minerals and sulfur, but it does not smell bad. Locals had a custom to buy a small bag of mad and cover themselfs with that . They let the mud dry before entering the water. Apparently that has a posititve effect on skin?
If you have a tight schedule, don´t bother about Banos Morales, but if you have enough time to expore, this is an interesting one day trip from Santiago.
I used to visit Onses in Japan and thought that this would be similar, but it was not. The water comes bubbling out of the ground is relatively cold -about 20-25 Celcius. The water is brown from the minerals and sulfur, but it does not smell bad. Locals had a custom to buy a small bag of mad and cover themselfs with that . They let the mud dry before entering the water. Apparently that has a posititve effect on skin?
If you have a tight schedule, don´t bother about Banos Morales, but if you have enough time to expore, this is an interesting one day trip from Santiago.
Written 2 February 2012
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gmoHou
Houston, TX1,387 contributions
Dec 2011 • Friends
These baths are advertised as "having the necessary facilities to cater to the many visitors who come every year." I disagree unless you really like rustic. The bathrooms are just basic and edging on disgusting. The floor of the pools is the thermal mud so it may feel very creepy when you step on it. And the color of the waters. . . very very brown. Also, it is cold, so don't expect a warm thermal bath. Though advertised at 25 degrees Celsius, an earthquake brought down the temperature. Bring your own food and drink by the way, the guest houses around do not prepare decent meals either. I would rather go hiking in the Cerro Morado trail which is a gorgeous 5 hour trail. However, you need to go prepared with good hiking boots because it is not a hike for the feeble minded.
Written 29 December 2011
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MilesCF
Toulouse, France307 contributions
Apr 2015 • Solo
I was looking for a different kind of day out from Santiago de Chile and found it with Baño Morales. I took a local bus - a fabulously clapped-out old Mercedes - from La Florida underground station in the east of the city, which wound its way through the Cajon de Maipo before going off-road for an hour's mega-bumpy ride to the spa village. The spa is basic and surrounded by a selection of rustic eateries, a couple of hostels and a horse rental stand (I'm sure there's a better name, but it's late). The bus driver has a shack there, where he spends the day before driving back to Santiago at 6pm. I went the very last day of the season and there were not many of us. One of the pools was warm enough - it was not a warm day - but the changing rooms were a sight to be seen: bushes growing through the walls, no hot water, no loo paper etc. Supremely soviet. I went bathing, horseback riding, had innumerable cups of (Nescafé) coffee, went for walks in the hinterland and enjoyed a rather good lunch in the hostelry closest to the entrance to the spas. I was the only customer, it really was like being in a ghost town.
I'd recommend it as a unique experience, one utterly devoid of comfort but full of arresting images, particularly the mountain face the locals call The Cathedral.
Actually, I've just dug out an e-mail I wrote to a friend about this day out, so here it is:
Well, my little adventure worked like a dream but I had to stay vigilant. The bus left from a metro station way out east and I had to be there by 7.25am. As the metro doesn't even start until 8 o'clock on Sundays I was faced with a problem. To cut a long story short, I researched bus timetables on the internet and found that the one I needed, the 210, went approx. every seven minutes from my stop, Universidad Católica. At 6am on a Sunday morning. Right. I thought OK, I'll be there at 6.30am and give it till 7am, then I'll hail a taxi. Lo and behold, at 6.50am a 210 rolls up. I couldn't pay the driver as everything runs off Tarjeta Bip cards and mine didn't have enough left on it. No problem, just duck under the turnstile, he said. Only about two other people did it the whole 30-minute journey, I was amazed. I was a bit unsettled by the fact he seemed to have no idea where Estación Bellavista de la Florida was but decided to give myself a bit of time before asking around the multitudinous fellow passengers (the bus was filled to bursting point) as I knew it was about twenty stops.
With the help of reliable information I got off at the right stop and headed over to where my little bus was going to leave from. There were quite a few drivers and supervisors hanging around and all were very helpful, one even phoning the driver to see where he'd got to when he was late turning up. I got on, paid my return fare and realised that the bus which was going to take us up a dirt track to 1850m altitude was just like one of those little TAD minibuses which go round Vigoulet and the like. First of all we went round the houses for about an hour, picking up people in the far-flung neighbourhoods of Santiago before getting on a sort of decent road which then took us to the Cajón de Maipu, a national park just outside the city. Driving round the neighbourhoods was very, er, instructive: virtually all the houses, in the main 80m2 T4, are protected like Fort Knox with barbed wire along the tops of the fences, some even going as far as making cages out of the entire front and back gardens by fencing from the tops of the upright fences to the walls of the house. No cars are left parked on the street, all are driven into the front, er, gardens. And these weren't wealthy neighbourhoods. More like Mermoz, type of thing.
Anyway, after much bumping and being thrown about we reached Baño Morales. I was hoping to find a facility like Bad Nauheim or Calicéo but, in truth, didn't know what to expect. You'll see from the pictures that it was a lot more soviet than that. It reminded me of an English campsite in the 1960's. I was told I didn't need to bring a towel, so I didn't. I did, though, bring bathing shorts, a spare tee-shirt, socks and underpants. To say I was underwhelmed when I got there would be an understatement. I went down and found the place just behind a group of young backpackers who also, it seemed, were expecting something else. There was no-one on the the gate so we all walked through and found the Source Brezhnev in all its glory: rusting, decrepit infrastructure, an arrow pointing to drinking water that had sweet wrappers and cardboard cups floating in it, changing rooms with greenery growing in through the windows. In short, not at all what I was hoping to find. The backpackers took some pictures of the (stunning) view and then left. I sat down and wondered what the hell I was going to do with the next seven hours. Apart from anything else, the water was cooler than I'd been led to believe and it was quite nippy, too.
After having a word with the gatekeeper who'd turned up I climbed the hill back into the 'village' and took stock of my options. You could go horse riding or hiking. That's not bad for a start. I sat down, had a coffee (Nescafé à la Granny: powdered stuff in those little paper sleeves) and decided to bite the bullet and bloody well get into the water. I went for it as it was so completely unlike me I thought it needed to be addressed. So I went back down to the entrance, paid my €4 and went in. I was alone. I got changed in the Lenin Memorial Locker Room and stepped gingerly out in order to get into the first pool. It was the warmest, apparently, so it was going to be the only one I tried. What the hell, it wasn't so bad, assuming one is a masochist. I stayed in and swam for about half an hour. That's quite enough, really, if you don't have the option of going and lying on heated stone beds or getting a massage from a floozy or some such. I felt I was going to get hypothermia while getting dressed. The water also completely discoloured the white lining of my shorts (it was the water; just look at the picture). Anyhow, wrapped up in my clothes with clean hiking socks on and the gloves I brought from Toulouse (yes, I did need them!) life started to look better. I'd devoured my lunch by this time and was famished. Combination of the altitude, swimming in thermal springs and getting up at 6 am, I'd say. Anyhow, Baño Morales has something for everyone provided they're not particularly choosy so next up was a little walk (see photos of attractive bits of nature, like streams and hills). I had another lunch - very good and cheap, as it happens - in a little hostel right by the springs. The lavatory windows opened on to the inside of the restaurant, which made me howl with silent laughter, probably as I was the only customer and didn't have to deal with its inevitably more unpleasant side. They have something in Chile called Daily Gotas, which is liquid saccharin. No calories, you just drip it into your tea or coffee. Knowing this would be something I know you'd LOVE to have, I took a picture of it. I didn't try it; they bring it automatically.
Yes, I went horse riding. Well, that sounds rather dramatic. I sat on a moving horse for 50 minutes. The man said 'Yeah, here you are, just take it away'. I told him I had no experience. 'Don't worry, it's easy' he reassured me. I asked him how to stop and start it, where to turn the key, where the handbrake was, type thing. 'Oh, you just do this…and this…'. 'Would you come with me? I'm not comfortable taking a horse out on my own' 'OK, fine'. So off we went. It was, of course, very enjoyable, but I know it wouldn't have been if I'd been on my own as I have no idea how to drive a horse and would have spent the whole time panicking and trying not to fall off. I took a picture, as you can see. Tell Mathilde and Emilie we were galloping really fast at that moment and I was actually standing on the horse's back when I took the picture.
The side of the volcano mentioned in the picture is called The Cathedral and it's not hard to see why: it has about twenty different colours which shone in the afternoon sun. Breathtaking. I didn't bother even trying to take a picture as I knew the camera couldn't cope with subtleties, but it was absolutely awesome.
It's a little gaucho village and it's about to close up for the winter. Today was one of its last days. There are lots of little cabins but no-one lives there all year round. There were faces straight out of National Geographic and infrastructures out of Brezhnev's rural Russia and it was wonderful. Still, between buses and metros, eight hours travel in one day was quite a lot.
I'd recommend it as a unique experience, one utterly devoid of comfort but full of arresting images, particularly the mountain face the locals call The Cathedral.
Actually, I've just dug out an e-mail I wrote to a friend about this day out, so here it is:
Well, my little adventure worked like a dream but I had to stay vigilant. The bus left from a metro station way out east and I had to be there by 7.25am. As the metro doesn't even start until 8 o'clock on Sundays I was faced with a problem. To cut a long story short, I researched bus timetables on the internet and found that the one I needed, the 210, went approx. every seven minutes from my stop, Universidad Católica. At 6am on a Sunday morning. Right. I thought OK, I'll be there at 6.30am and give it till 7am, then I'll hail a taxi. Lo and behold, at 6.50am a 210 rolls up. I couldn't pay the driver as everything runs off Tarjeta Bip cards and mine didn't have enough left on it. No problem, just duck under the turnstile, he said. Only about two other people did it the whole 30-minute journey, I was amazed. I was a bit unsettled by the fact he seemed to have no idea where Estación Bellavista de la Florida was but decided to give myself a bit of time before asking around the multitudinous fellow passengers (the bus was filled to bursting point) as I knew it was about twenty stops.
With the help of reliable information I got off at the right stop and headed over to where my little bus was going to leave from. There were quite a few drivers and supervisors hanging around and all were very helpful, one even phoning the driver to see where he'd got to when he was late turning up. I got on, paid my return fare and realised that the bus which was going to take us up a dirt track to 1850m altitude was just like one of those little TAD minibuses which go round Vigoulet and the like. First of all we went round the houses for about an hour, picking up people in the far-flung neighbourhoods of Santiago before getting on a sort of decent road which then took us to the Cajón de Maipu, a national park just outside the city. Driving round the neighbourhoods was very, er, instructive: virtually all the houses, in the main 80m2 T4, are protected like Fort Knox with barbed wire along the tops of the fences, some even going as far as making cages out of the entire front and back gardens by fencing from the tops of the upright fences to the walls of the house. No cars are left parked on the street, all are driven into the front, er, gardens. And these weren't wealthy neighbourhoods. More like Mermoz, type of thing.
Anyway, after much bumping and being thrown about we reached Baño Morales. I was hoping to find a facility like Bad Nauheim or Calicéo but, in truth, didn't know what to expect. You'll see from the pictures that it was a lot more soviet than that. It reminded me of an English campsite in the 1960's. I was told I didn't need to bring a towel, so I didn't. I did, though, bring bathing shorts, a spare tee-shirt, socks and underpants. To say I was underwhelmed when I got there would be an understatement. I went down and found the place just behind a group of young backpackers who also, it seemed, were expecting something else. There was no-one on the the gate so we all walked through and found the Source Brezhnev in all its glory: rusting, decrepit infrastructure, an arrow pointing to drinking water that had sweet wrappers and cardboard cups floating in it, changing rooms with greenery growing in through the windows. In short, not at all what I was hoping to find. The backpackers took some pictures of the (stunning) view and then left. I sat down and wondered what the hell I was going to do with the next seven hours. Apart from anything else, the water was cooler than I'd been led to believe and it was quite nippy, too.
After having a word with the gatekeeper who'd turned up I climbed the hill back into the 'village' and took stock of my options. You could go horse riding or hiking. That's not bad for a start. I sat down, had a coffee (Nescafé à la Granny: powdered stuff in those little paper sleeves) and decided to bite the bullet and bloody well get into the water. I went for it as it was so completely unlike me I thought it needed to be addressed. So I went back down to the entrance, paid my €4 and went in. I was alone. I got changed in the Lenin Memorial Locker Room and stepped gingerly out in order to get into the first pool. It was the warmest, apparently, so it was going to be the only one I tried. What the hell, it wasn't so bad, assuming one is a masochist. I stayed in and swam for about half an hour. That's quite enough, really, if you don't have the option of going and lying on heated stone beds or getting a massage from a floozy or some such. I felt I was going to get hypothermia while getting dressed. The water also completely discoloured the white lining of my shorts (it was the water; just look at the picture). Anyhow, wrapped up in my clothes with clean hiking socks on and the gloves I brought from Toulouse (yes, I did need them!) life started to look better. I'd devoured my lunch by this time and was famished. Combination of the altitude, swimming in thermal springs and getting up at 6 am, I'd say. Anyhow, Baño Morales has something for everyone provided they're not particularly choosy so next up was a little walk (see photos of attractive bits of nature, like streams and hills). I had another lunch - very good and cheap, as it happens - in a little hostel right by the springs. The lavatory windows opened on to the inside of the restaurant, which made me howl with silent laughter, probably as I was the only customer and didn't have to deal with its inevitably more unpleasant side. They have something in Chile called Daily Gotas, which is liquid saccharin. No calories, you just drip it into your tea or coffee. Knowing this would be something I know you'd LOVE to have, I took a picture of it. I didn't try it; they bring it automatically.
Yes, I went horse riding. Well, that sounds rather dramatic. I sat on a moving horse for 50 minutes. The man said 'Yeah, here you are, just take it away'. I told him I had no experience. 'Don't worry, it's easy' he reassured me. I asked him how to stop and start it, where to turn the key, where the handbrake was, type thing. 'Oh, you just do this…and this…'. 'Would you come with me? I'm not comfortable taking a horse out on my own' 'OK, fine'. So off we went. It was, of course, very enjoyable, but I know it wouldn't have been if I'd been on my own as I have no idea how to drive a horse and would have spent the whole time panicking and trying not to fall off. I took a picture, as you can see. Tell Mathilde and Emilie we were galloping really fast at that moment and I was actually standing on the horse's back when I took the picture.
The side of the volcano mentioned in the picture is called The Cathedral and it's not hard to see why: it has about twenty different colours which shone in the afternoon sun. Breathtaking. I didn't bother even trying to take a picture as I knew the camera couldn't cope with subtleties, but it was absolutely awesome.
It's a little gaucho village and it's about to close up for the winter. Today was one of its last days. There are lots of little cabins but no-one lives there all year round. There were faces straight out of National Geographic and infrastructures out of Brezhnev's rural Russia and it was wonderful. Still, between buses and metros, eight hours travel in one day was quite a lot.
Written 2 March 2016
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Peter and Alice B
Serralongue, France25 contributions
Dec 2015 • Couples
The first and biggest place you see when entering what looks like a gosttown is the mentioned place'Los Chicos Malos'.. We wanted to eat something. We passed a sleeping lady when entering the diningroom. Upon our question if there was food available we got a reluctant answer that there was one meatdish available. When my daughter, who is a vegetarian, asked if she could have a salad, the sleeping lady had woken up and started to tell my daughter very aggressively she would eat what they served or leave. Of course we left this place immediately. And went down to another place called Residencia de Los Baños Morales where at least people were friendly and served a salad.
Written 18 December 2015
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Steen S
10 contributions
Jan 2015 • Friends
We stayed at Hotel Altiplanico in San Jose de cajon del Maipo and was advised to visit Banos Morales. The road to the place is terrible but the place is absolutely beautiful. We decided to trek 8 kilometers in the National Park and to be honest: The first 2 kilometers is almost straight up but the rest is quite easy and there is a great view to the mountains and the glaciers around the park. It gives a good taste of how rough the Andes are without actually climbing the mountains.
A good advice is to bring as much water as you can carry.
A good advice is to bring as much water as you can carry.
Written 5 February 2015
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Maria P
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May 2024 • Family
Beautiful view, rich shallow warm waters ideal for the little ones, a lot of tranquility ideal for relaxing. Suggestion for more cleanliness, bathrooms, lack of water and more benches or modules to store clothes, but in general great
Written 7 May 2024
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Se a água é termal, porque existem placas solares para aquecimento? Porque a água é turva?
Written 29 April 2019
los paneles solares son para el trabajo del mismo recinto esto quiere decir luz agua caliente en los baños y el color no es turbio eso es azufre lea mas amigo y no se weon
Written 1 October 2020
Buenas!!! Una pregunta estimado
Como hizo para llegar al glaciar como muestra la primera foto?
Written 14 January 2019
Debes arrendar caballos y el viaje es amazing
Written 18 February 2019
Queria saber como é a estrada ate banos morales e se ha estrutura para se arrumar apos tomas banhos termais e quanto custa.
Written 20 November 2016
el camino es super bueno antes de llegar a baños morales hay muros de escalada cataratas avistamiento de condores siiiii dentro de baños morales puedes realizar asado y tomarte una cerveza pero siempre con respeto a los adultos mayores y niños la entrada es de 5 mil pesos chilenos
Written 1 October 2020
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