Tramping through Patagonia: From El Bolson to the end of the world. Between dropouts, gauchos and untamed nature
The bus driver finally decides to slowly put the bus back in order to make way for the truck. Certainly the driver is already used to these maneuvers, but I am dizzy with fear. As the rest of the passengers start screaming, "Open the doors immediately so we can get out! We do not want to die! ",
A journey is the best distraction of reality between two people. An ideal version of being together in picturesque settings. Hollywood and advertising have taught us that. What a mistake.
Our sunny days in El Chaltén are numbered. But it is also the last day and we have chosen not a hike, but we go to the water: Rafting in El Chaltén.
It's not me Uncle Fritz, it's the Fitz Roy! It is the landmark of El Chaltén and an attraction of tourist crowds that come here in summer.
It is day 5 of our trip that I have reverently christened "Expedition 6000+". We have not even come anywhere near the 1000m mark. The frustration is deep.
An absolutely unimpressive title hides the probably most beautiful, but also the most demanding hike in El Chaltén: the circumnavigation of the Huemul.
I have not arrived yet. But for five days now, I'm sitting in trains, planes and buses with Christian. Here and there a taxi, a metro and a little walk. Only the boating is not yet succeeded. Our destination is still exactly two days away: El Chaltén.
Sundays in Buenos Aires - It was just a family block through and through. Blood-spattered guys walking over little girls sitting on the steps. You do not see it every day. After I got a duffel bag full of block flag thrown back in the back of the number 4 game, which tore me into a group of hoolfriends, I then also pretty soon took the opportunity.