Tag: Patagonia

it does feel like the end of world, facing the straits of Magellan. emotionally and physically sandwiched between it all.
the solitude is profound. the windy cloudiness settles on the shore and accompanies me on my walks.

Even beer tastes good after being on the road for 32 hours straight. Safe and sound in Punta Arenas having beer for dinner with brazilians and Chileans watching the fútbol game. So far south that the newspaper is called “el pingüino” And the sun was still not finished setting at 11pm. My head hurts and it’s too cold to shower but damn don’t it feel good.