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…
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…
There’s a rhythm on the Carretera Austral. Not a song, but the pulse of rugged beauty and isolation that sinks deep with every turn. We’re miles from Valparaíso where our journey started, and the road feels like it’s calling us closer to the edge. Patagonia stretches endlessly, an expanse that’s as much about braving the…
From far away she lures me in, urging me to follow her curves down south. Leaving Puerto Montt behind, her lush green curls cover the mountain tops. While riding across the coastline, mist dances above the waves as if to warn me about the mysteries of the South. After taking the ferry from La Arena,…