Graves. Endlessly hidden in the Atacama desert. The memory of lives lost lingering across salty flatlands. The eyes of young children piercing into my soul. This place is called ‘El Cementerio de los Apestados’ or, ‘The Plague Victims’ Cemetery’, better known as the ‘Children’s Cemetery’. Yet, when we arrived, we didn’t know all this. All…
Some say that it doesn’t exist. Others say that it can’t be done. I would say, go to Chile. A country stretching the length of Europe, yet only a mere few hundred kilometres wide at its widest. Nestling its toes in the Southern Ice Fields while its head bathes in everlasting sun, the Atacama Desert…
A tiny cabin. My unexpected home away from home in southern Chile. No bigger than most people’s kitchen, but housing more than just kitchen utensils. Bedroom to the left, kitchen and living room to the right. Bathroom? Straight ahead. Everything painted white with perfect full-bodied red details. Windows facing the front with a terrace looking…
When travelling by motorcycle everyone expects the worst to happen one day, right? Yet sometimes, it’s the tiny, stupid surprises that screw you over. We had spent an amazing few days discovering Argentina’s Wild West, filling our lungs with dust and our boots with sand when disaster struck. Not on the bike, not on the…
This is just a story. A story of how cowboys and Indians nearly ended up at high tea.This is a story, but one embedded in unimaginable landscapes and the beautiful reality of tea time. Have you ever heard of Gaiman? I suppose not. I hadn’t.It’s a tiny little town, a village maybe? In the northeast…
Impressions from an Empty Road Ruta 3 in Argentina. Vast emptiness. A dream, or a nightmare? It cuts through a desert-like vastness, a ribbon of asphalt stretching endlessly toward the horizon. The only sounds are my breath inside my helmet and the soaring wind outside. Slowly, I inhale. Eyes fixed on the distance. We are…
Let me start this tale with honesty: I was wrong. Not completely wrong — but certainly mistaken. After having discovered Caleta Maria in Chilean Tierra del Fuego, I was no longer motivated to reach Ushuaia. I simply didn’t want to leave Caleta Maria, but due to a lack of food, that became non-negotiable. Leaving Caleta…
At night, the wind howls. During the day, the sea roars. Tread lightly, because at this place the earth feels different — drier, humble, and more robust. Every moss is a survivor. Every animal fights to stay alive. Life is harsh. Life is peaceful. Life is for the courageous few who decide to leave the…
The reality is that my blog went silent for a bit. Why? Because, truthfully, my keyboard broke, and I was struggling with what to tell you about Argentina and it’s current travel costs in 2025. But here it goes. Having crossed into Argentina at the Paso Roballos border, our hopes were high and our dreams…