Gone South 120 - Virginie, Marie & Arnaud

We've gone south for 120 days & invite you to join us (if only from a distance) on our trip through Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina, Chile, Bolivia & Peru. The initial idea of doing it by car was temporarily abandoned due to lack of funds to rent a car. This obviously doesn’t rule out the purchase of a car somewhere along the road. Should you want to see what we're seeing, doing and enjoying, come back here & drop us a line! We'll try to keep this blog updated with photos & comments. Enjoy it!

Name:
Location: Brussels, Belgium

Friday, March 31, 2006

Some more Uyuni trip pics - the Salar & Potosi will follow





San Pedro de Atacama (4) & the start of our 4x4 Uyuni trip






Bolivian side-effects...

Hi,

Last time I wrote on the blog we were leaving Salta (ARG) via San Pedro de Atacama (Chile) en route for Bolivia. This is exactly what we've done and I'm now writing to you from an internet cafe more than 4000 metres above sea level in the highest city (not town) in the world: Potosi (BOL).... For us, however, 4000 metres is like a sunday stroll in a European city park!

I'll quickly take you through the events since we left Salta. From Salta we took a bus that took us over the Andes, via the Valle de la Luna, into Chile. When we had to get of the bus for Argentinian formalities at the border crossing of Paso de Jama, we were at 4300 metres and Virginie started feeling unwell. Nobody, however, seemed to care and Virginie was hardly responsive to my questions... So I started to panic as I wasn't sure what to do to turn her back from green to pink and consequently started paying undue attention to my own breathing... Next thing I know I´m lying on the floor with Marie shouting my name and the bus staff applying an oxygen mask to my face... We weren't the only ones that felt unwell but, as usual, the Houdmonts did it with class!

Since then altitude has been no issue whatsoever and from San Pedro de Atacama, via the Laguna Verde, Laguna Colorada and the Salar de Uyuni we reached Potosi... We've slept at 4300 metres altitude, gone over passes at 5200 metres, visited the largest salt flats in the world, visited a train graveyard dating back from 1880 and much more... It has been mindblowing!

Since Mendoza (a couple of weeks ago) I haven't really been able to shake this nasty cold and, after collapsing, my neck has been completely out of whack, barely capable of keeping my head up. All this makes living at an altitude of 4000 metres rather exhausting (my neck is much better now!). The exhaustion culminated today with the visit of the Potosi mines... It's an experience I can barely describe... The miners of Potosi still mine like they did 200 years ago... There are no elevators, no lights, no nothing. We climbed down their shafts on hands and knees from roughly 4300 metres to 4200 metres, for a distance of about 1 km... This is but a fraction of the mine we visited (completely active, with dynamite explosions and all the rest). Many others abandoned but we went all the way... With my cold and partial bronchitis the air (gas and dust) gave me a hard time but it was an amazing experience... We handed out coca leaves, dynamite and drinks, bought on the market, to the miners and chewed our own fair share of coca leaves to keep the energy up.

I'm feeling rough now, very rough, but it was all so worth it. Respect to the miners of Potosi who lead a very hard life!

Arnaud

Henry: Thank you so much for all you great comments! It sounds like you will be travelling the world very soon... We'll have to go to Bonnemami en Bonpapi's place for lunch and discuss Russia.

Bolivia - the South America we were looking for

... Another 7 days have passed since my last entry and what a week it has been. We've definitely left the European feel of Argentina and arrived in colourful, culture full Bolivia.

There's again so much to say - since Salta we have seen what is in my opinion some of the most spectacular scenery on Earth, starting from the bus ride from Salta to San Pedro de Atacama (Chile), passing over 4500m (our record at the time), but mostly from our three day 4x4 trek into Bolivia. Scenes such as laguna Verde, smoking geisers, laguna Colorada and it's thousands of flamingoes, fantastic rock formations, numerous snow capped volcanoes, multicoloued desert landscapes and the absolutely gorgeous 12000 square km salt plain of Uyuni. Not forgetting our first try at chewing coca leaves to help us adjust to the altitude and to do in Bolivia as the Bolivians do.

The pictures will paint a better picture than I can tell (we'll update photobucket asap).

It's mostly been undescribable.

Since arriving in San Pedro de Atacama last Thursday where we were at an altitude of 2500m, we've steadily moved up, spending the first night of our Uyuni trip at 4200m, followed by 3800m in Uyuni and now 4100m in Potosi. Our highest point was reached briefly during the trip at 5000m - the highest point on land any of us had ever been too.

Potosi is one of Bolivia's highest cities. Although non of us have had any problems acclimatising so far, we can most certainly feel the difficulties of breathing up here. To add to it, the city is a hilly one, so we have to stop to catch our breath ever now and then.

It was founded in the mid 16th Century as a silver mining city and rapidly became one of Bolivia's richest. Today, although the mine doesn't offer the riches it once did, 12000 miners forming some 300 corperatrivos still work inside extracting mainly zinc and lead and just a small portion of silver.
We visited the mine today which is still being operated in the tradition way - meaning no use of machinery. The miners work up to 15h a day, chewing on coca leaves and drinking 96 degree alcohol. Even though I felt a little voyeur being in there, we did get a an inside view of a miners life. We were taken in 1km and approximately 60m down to the 3rd level (there are 6 if I remember correctly) where breathing dusty air, crawling on hands and knees and climbing up and down the shafts on rough steps was tough enough. Watching them push and pull 2 ton troleys on rickety rails and filling up a few of the 400 ruber bags each weighing 200kg they fill each day made me realise that these miners probably have the roughest and toughest job on earth.

Tomorrow we move on to Sucre - much lower by Bolivian standards at 2700m.

Take care. Hugs, Marie

Friday, March 24, 2006

A last look at Argentina before heading for the dizzying heights!

Salta and suroundings...





Tom and family in Cordoba and the city of Salta!





Nearing Bolivia

So, we never gave you the special "half-way through edition" that we promised. In stead of that we told you all about how low we were feeling in Mendoza, something that might have appeared slightly unjustifiable to many of you. The last thing that needs to be said about that 'phase' we went through is that travelling for an extended period of time will always involve highs and lows.
I have yet to meet the freaks who never get home-sick and who dont miss their own bug-free bed every now and then. Its not uncommon to hear travellers complain about being fed up with travelling and moving around. When in Mendoza, the first guy we met told us that in the week hed spent there, he had done nothing but visiting two bodegas. Its normal since when you are away from home for the amount of time that we are, you also need time to relax and get to know the place. You need to make a home away from home, and when an evening to the cinema turns into the most exciting excursion of the week, you kind of know youve been pushing yourself and that its time to stop trying to climb every mountain that you come across.

So, taking it easy in San Pedro de Atacama is exactly what we are doing today. Were getting acclimatised to the altitude, are stacking up on our coca leaves and are finally hanging out in all artesanias markets we come across, getting inspiration for what to buy when we cross into Bolivia where everything should be a tenth of the price. Tomorrow we leave for a three day excursion to the Lagunas and the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia. Im going to restrain myself from giving an overview of the weeks to come since as we all know, we never stick to our original plans, but even more importantly, when I think about the weeks to come it feels like this trip is slowly but surely coming to an end already. Although I have already created millions of scenarios in my head about the day I come home and I get butterflies in my stomach at the idea of seeing Michael and my family again, the idea of losing this incredible freedom we enjoy here, the endless landscapes that have just become part of every day life and the heart-warming friendliness of the people you meet in the street or in your bus, makes me sad.

But were not there yet and for now I can not wait to tell you all about the next things to come. Im thrilled about having reached the border with Bolivia and finally knowing that from now on it will be impossible to forget that we are in South-America, far away from Europe.

Anyway, I know we have not been exactly great at posting comments or photos - and that when we did, they were not always stories you really wanted to know about - but Im a bit disappointed by the limited reactions from everyone, who have been declining steadily as this trip progresses. So for our special edition we have decided that from now on we accept donations. These donations will be rewarded by a special dedication on the blog, as well as a guaranteed souvenir.
In case you wonder what happens to your donations, a break-down follows:
50%: Virginie
20%: Arnaud
20%: Marie
10%: Chulie-fund

Thanks everyone!
Love,
Vigi

Virginie's landing...


Arnaud's Flight and point of take-off...


Paragliding pics! Marie's take-off...


Thursday, March 23, 2006

Loo roll...

Hola,

It´s 23:30 and tomorrow we have to get up at 5:30 to catch our bus to San Pedro de Atacama... The only reason I'm sitting here right now is your entertainment... I´m exhausted and should be in bed. I know there are plenty of things to tell you but I simply can´t think of them...

So... loo roll... In the entire South American continent there is not one decent roll of loo paper. I´ve been refraining from mentioning this to all of you but can no longer do so. I have been living with the worse loo roll on the planet for 3 days now. The paper is completely see-through, has no perforated separations and is chiefly brown with many other colours... It disintegrates when you look at it and sticks together in lumps of up to 5 centimeters thick. And tomorrow we´re leaving for Bolivia!

More to the point: the morale has returned to dizzying hights, Virginie seems to have more money than expected and we´ve finally left the loneliness well behind us (returning tomorrow)! Since the last entry I´ve seen cool Mendoza, tasted the best Malbec wine in the world, jumped of a mountain to land 800 metres lower, met our fantastic Argentinian family in Cordoba, swam up to the cutest waterfall in the world and ate meat so succulent, it shouldn´t exist (merci Tom!). I´ve been to the highest point in my life (roughly 3400 metres) and will soon be beating that by going up to 5300 meters! How´s that for superlatives!

I´ll just take this opportunity to answer those of you who were getting worried that we were just a bunch of spoiled children (which we are) that started to complain as soon as things were not as positive as before. This trip has provided me with some of the most fantastic moments in my life and to be able to experience those with Marie and Virginie makes me the luckiest man in the world. We are, however, an akward threesome and things got slightly frustrating. And after two months a few fuses blew, taking with it our enthousiasm. I never expected any less and was surprised it took that long, especially considering the very lonely month down south... There are no people there and sometimes there actually is nothing there for more than 500 kilometres... Some people have killed in those circumstances and I thank both my fantastic travel partners for letting me live!

There´s (always) a lot more to tell you, but I will leave it at this... More for later.

Lots of love,
Arnaud

Mendoza, Cordoba and Salta

Hola everyone,
Once again it's been too long since the last update and since my last one was on a negative note (the hostel experience) I desperately need to share the good again.
A lot has happened since the last time. We've been through illness, depression and even trauma, but I can gladly say that they've been worth it (aside the illness) as we've resolved the problems and got back on track quickly enough. Let me quickly explain the trauma. Time and money became a reason for us to have to reconsider going to Peru. I think I might have been the most upset - not doing the Machu Picchu trail was a scandal for me at first, but when all was taken into consideration (which took approximately 3 days of reflection) we came to the mutual decision that we would not go to Peru. The funny thing was that after our final meeting about the subject - in the sun on a park bench in Mendoza eating the most devine ham and cheese quich with our hands - (good way to have a meeting non?), we walked back to our hostel passing by the "Cento Traumatologico Peru". If only we'd know there was help at hand...


As we'd become almost suicidal over the Peru trauma, we had decided to sign up to throwing ourselves off a hill - paragliding above Mendoza. It was fantastic. A fabulous sensation that, as all good things in life, went by to fast. We each got to fly for around 25/30 minutes which felt like only 10/15. Check the pictures they give a good impression. You'll get to share the three stages. I went first, so Arnaud and Virginie took pictures of my take off. Arnaud held the camera in flight, so took the during pictures and after both him and I had landed Virginie still had to jump, so we caught her landing.

That same night (things move at a constant pace here) we took the 10h bus ride to Cordoba. Arriving unrested, we speed visited the city. Nice, but not what I consider beautiful. In the afternoon Tom (Arnaud and Vigi's dad's cousin) who's lived in Cordoba for a good number of years picked us up at our hostel to take us on our "Cordoba surrounds" trips. That was really lovely. We got to see a lot in just 2 days and the area really is worth it. Plus we enjoyed our first asado (BBQ) at his campito and enjoyed his beautiful private river beach. On Sunday, our last day in Cordoba, we were kinly invited to his home for a second asado (they really are excellent) and got to meet his whole family. The week end was a great break from travelling as we got to spend good moments in a family atmosphere. Thanks a lot Tom.

Moving on again (as we do) on a 12h night bus ride, and for me a sleepless night, we arrived in Salta. Walking to our hotel we right away noticed that the people were different. More indiginous than anywhere else we'd been in Argentina and we were so delighted. Nothing else is different about them though. Still as lovely as ever. When looking where we were on the map during our first tour of the city a lady came up to us to ask us where we wanted to go. We told her and she guided us. Sound silly to express this and writing it isn't the same, but peoples kindness here is just amazing.
Salta really is beautiful. It is the Argentinian city that has best preserved it's colonial architecture and it well deserves it's heritage title.

Yesterday we went on our first agency organised trip to Cachi. A small village approximately 150km from Salta. The road took us through spectacular scenery (which we mostly missed due to thick clouds), open plains of cacti (cardones), amazing mountain formations and the land of llamas (aka fluffy guanacos or chulies). The trip was made even better by shared conversations with others on the trip with us, namely Phil and Frankie from Macclesfield, UK. We shared hours of travel talk, good laughs and a drink and a meal at the end of the day.

Now we're moving on again, but as we've been feeling each time we leave a place over the last few times, we wish we could stay a little longer. There's always more to do and we just get to know the places and a few people (even the waiter at lunch today who invited us to dinner at his house tomorrow which we consequently can't make) when it's time to go...

Now we're off to Bolivia. Crack of the dawn awakening, 5:30am (and it's now 12:30am), so I'm going to hit the sack right now. Uploading pictures on the blog has again been unsuccessfull, but I think our photobucket link should have worked. http://photobucket.com/albums/e175/gonesouth120 - use your imagination for the moment as they don't have titles (it's late remember), we'll try sort that out asap.

Take care and be in touch soon.
Big hugs, Marie

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

On a low...

Right... I'll join the girls in telling you all about the "low" we´ve reached. I guess Virginie has been having some doubts for slightly longer, but overall our stay in Mendoza (which is a great place!) has been a steady down-hill as far as morale is concerned. Virginie has, understandably, become increasingly aggrevated by the fact that she is sharing four months with a couple. This is not being helped by the fact that Marie and I have been in a bad mood with eachother for a while now. We thought we could solve this by trying out a few youth hostels and thus meet more people. This has, overall, been a negative experience. We ended up paying as much as we pay for a nice room with bathroom for three beds in a dorm for 12. I still believe that I would have been more up for it had it not been for the fact that I came down with a nasty cold and throat ache. It´s not so much the sharing the room that bugged me but the fact that I payed as much for a bed and a nasty bathroom as I would have for a nice cozy room. The hostel vibe is nice though, people are all travelling and sharing their experiences as well as partying... They play table tennis and have barbecues together... I liked lots of it but overall we decided to reconsider our options.

I´m feeling better now (should never have gone out the other night, making everything much worse!)... And I hope we can pick up the good mood again. The best explanation for the temporary depression, in my eyes, is that we, obviously, live on top of eachother, but also the fact that when one person gets excited about something, it doesn´t necessarily do it for the others, sometimes resulting in a vicious circle where the happier person gets dragged down by the less happy ones. Anyway, tomorrow we hope to be paragliding down the Aconcagua... That should definitely kick-start something!

Kisses, Arnaud

It never rains in Mendoza - even these threatening clouds over the vineyards didn't open up

Biking in Mendoza's wine region

Next time Cerro Tronador (in the background)

The peaks of Cerro Catedral

Cerro Catedral

Picture

Lago Nahuel Huapi (Bariloche) on a windy day

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Pictures

Hello all,

The latest pics are now updated on photobucket: http://photobucket.com/albums/e175/gonesouth120

They include our return to Bariloche (in very different weather conditions), the 1350m ascent of Cerro Catedral, and our biking tour of the Mendoza bodegas.

I have again failed at puting pictures up on the actual blog, so unfortunately all we can give you now is the link.

Enjoy and keep posting.
Big hugs, Marie

A confused Belgian girl in Mendoza

I've been impatient to blog since quite a few days now since I felt there were so many things to say about the way I've been feeling, the things we've been doing, reacting on some of other people's posts etc. Now, however, I just have NOTHING coming to me.
There's a bunch of kids behind me playing some sort of "shoot every thing that runs around your screen" game with the volume on full blast, so those of you who know how much I love computer games in the first place can imagine that this is not helping me feel inspired. Add to that the worst hang-over since we got to South America and Mimi's repeated interruptions about how to spell words such as bizarre and ascent which sadly enough I know don't know how to write anymore, which then again gets to me even more......hahaha well, all in all, I think actually I better not write on the blog today. But since it has been so long, I will! Sorry!

Mendoza is great! The best place we could have chosen to just chill in for a while and do some cheap activities. Yesterday we did a bike tour of the surrounding bodegas, today we're just lazying around town and tomorrow we might go crazy and jump off some cliffs when we go paragliding with our Canadian firefighter friends! (Humm...I did say cheap activities right?)
So, I'm just blowing my budget since we keep on finding reasons for doing so. (Paragliding would be completely justified in my eyes, eating two-course meals with fine Argentinian wine twice a day slightly less). The budget is unfortunately a big issue which led me to announce yesterday that I might consider leaving early. Reasons being: I'd love to get back to Europe with some cash and reason number two is that Michael is missing. I never thought it would be so tough.

This trip was something I had told myself I need to do when finishing my studies and before settling down and starting my career. Now, however, I feel every day that something is missing. This is not turning out to be the trip that was supposed to have quenched (I just had to ask Marie who to spell this!) my thirst for the first few years to come. If anything, this trip is opening my eyes and I am already making plans for a new one for once Michael has finished his Phd.

Leaving or staying would be an impossible decision to make since this trip is unique. It is a test on our relations and I think we're all finding out things about ourselves and each other which we didn't know and maybe wish we'd never known. I do get very worried when I find myself having a hard time stopping myself from chucking pillows at Arnaud and Marie when they kiss eachother good night..... Travelling with a couple is never easy. Travelling with a couple when initially you thought you were going to travel with your boy-friend is even harder. Travelling with a couple who are two people that you love so much and are so important is beyond hard. I think I would want to stay and finish this trip together, because this threesome doing a trip like this one will never repeat itself. I might take a year out one day and travel with Michael. I might take a month a year to see the world with friends, but what we are doing now will never be repeated.

No matter what, I'm not planning on making any decisions today. If I want to go home, and I feel it's the right thing to do, I guess I will know it. Right now I don't, so I might just as well stay and chuck myself off some cliffs tomorrow.

Besides my rant: I agree with Marie that dorms suck very much! And yes, there really was a naked man lying there. He was wearing a fancy shirt on top, and was beautifully mooning Marie and I when we woke up. I first hesitated if he was wearing some (very tight) tighty whities that had not been washed in a week - which would not be surprising considering we were in a youth hostel - but then received confirmation from Marie that he was indeed naked. The night before we had a naked man drive by on the main party street in the back of a pick-up truck. Well, it is pretty warm in Mendoza.

With regards to buses: I'm happy to be back on them! The car was slowly but surely getting to me and buses allow you to cover much larger distances in one (painful) go. The car was excellent for three weeks, but would have been too much for the 4 months as we initially had hoped to do. We saw things that we never could have seen had we not had it, but after all I am more of a do-er than a see-er.

Enjoy the pics that Marie just put up, unfortunately we can only offer you the seeing and not the doing part of it!

Besos,
Vigi

Sunday, March 12, 2006

24h in a hostel

It hasn't been long since my last entry and yet I'm back on our blog to tell you a new story.
My first night in a hostel - has been a bad one.

The thought of spending the night in a dorm of 12 made us delay going to bed at all. We eventually made it at around 3am. Only 2 guys were sleeping (everyone else was out on the town), meaning we didn't dare switch on the lights (a blinding row of spotlights across the ceiling). We fumbled our way around and finaly made it to bed (me not feeling very comfrtable at the idea of sleeping in my t-shirt and panties before 9 strangers, but hey).
I didn't get much sleeping done though. I woke at every person coming back from their respective night activity and then each individual getting up to go to the bathroom. As the sunlight started filtering in through gaps in the walls of our basement dorm, I witnesses one guy running across the room with his pants down around his ankles, making it to the bathroom just in time in my opinion and looking across the room I saw that another guy had passed out naked on his bed sheets, ass in my direction (lovely) and that about 3 beds were empty (those that never made it home)...

So no offence to those who hostel it - but I'm afraid that this was a bit of an overshare night and I'm not cut out for it myself...

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Finally some heat again!

We succesfully left Bariloche and arrived bright and early in Mendoza... We´ve therefore left the late autumn temperatures behind us and have joined summer again! And frankly, all I feel like doing now is hanging out at the hostel pool, do a tour of the Mendoza wineries and soak up the sun. It´s not like we´ve been doing all that much during the last few days, but the rain and cold just takes it out of you. We did, however, walk up a mountain, literally. I´ve often looked up at a mountain and wondered if it would be feasible to just walk up it in one day, without any path or equipment... just straight up the mountain following the most direct line up... That´s exactly what we did. In the absence of a path, Virginie managed to convince Marie and I (I was very sceptical) to just "go for it". We climbed 1350 meters in less than four hours and were rewarded with the most magnificent view of the Cerro Tronador and possibly a view all the way into Chile...

Anyway, we´re back on busses and regretting the comfort of the car (as well as its absolute freedom). Whilst trying to fall asleep last night on the bus I ended up listening to Mia by Gorki (most of you will have never heard of him) on my iPod, followed by Mon Plat Pays by Jacques Brel. It made me realise how much my attitude towards Belgium has changed (not during this trip, but over the last few years). I no longer feel it´s necessary to avoid Belgium at all cost and when listening to these songs I feel happy to return to Brussels when this trip is over. There´s someting about Belgium and I never thought I would say that.

For the rest I keep on marvelling at the endless landscapes... and enjoying the fact that for another two months I can wake up to do something new or do nothing at all...

Since we set out on the road trip we´ve been kind of isolated though and the absence of kindred souls (except for Virginie´s fantastic BD party) is starting to leave its marks. So we´ve checked into a youth hostel in Mendoza, sleeping in our first dorms (hardly saving any money though) and hoping to party the nights away in the Argentinian heat!

Ciao!
Arnaud

Annie: so good to hear from you on the blog! Marie and I are already planning our next holidays (not 4 months I´m afraid, since responsibilities await us) and we´ve got two things lined up: a "Greece and Turkey" combo and a "South Africa and Botswana" combo. You´ll be the first to know!

Sharing the less spectacular things...

... you've all been receiving stories that tell of lovely, happy, pretty, fun things along our journey. Well now it's time to share some of the harder things we go through... bussing :o)
We've just got off our first 19h bus journey in a long time. Having been spoilt for 3 weeks by having a car - I can tell you I can feel this one. I still feel like I'm on it - you know that feeling of dizzyness when you get off a plane or boat, well it applies to busses too - I swear I'm spinning right now.

A typical bus journey goes like this:
Get settled as best you can (this time tougher than ever before because unlike other times this bus was filthy) with book, iPod, game and bottle of water (which you daren't drink as going to the loo is just the worst experience) and wait for the first movie to come on (usually a daft teenage film like the Ice Princess or Diary of a Teenage Drama Queen) which you actually get well into :o). Next you wait for food - don't know why really because it's hard to get it down. Usually comprised of a rather dry piece of bread and some bad warm dish and a pretty unappealing desert you eat it to kill time. Next you read a little and look out the window waiting for the next movie - this time actually what I can consider a good movie - the Horse Whisperer which I have now seen 3 times - and then wait for more food. Time goes by like this until, bed time (when they switch off the lights) and you get woken up either because you've got pins and needles in your whole leg due to bad circulation in a bad position or by the fact that Argentinian busses stop very frequently, not to let you get off and stretch your legs, no, but rather in the most random places for god knows what reason or to pick and drop people off. All in all I estimate that journey's like these could take approximately 4 hours less! ...

Now we're in our FIRST hostel (in Mendoza). It looks like a great place, real trendy, but we're in a room of 12. Don't know how we're going to survive this one - but hec. We want to save money and especially meet people, so we're giving this our best shot.

The weather is gorgeous - which was not the case in Bariloche, so just that has made us happy today!

Thanks to all who are still faithfully looking in on us. Please do not give up on writing comments - we check in almost everyday for them!
And Helena just let me know that our blog does get mentioned at the office coffee machine - which I'm happy to hear - so thanks to you all too.

Big hugs!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

End of the road trip

Hej all,

Well the end of our road trip has come - we drop the car off tomorrow in Bariloche. Still need to give her a thorough clean before that though. She has served us well and has given us the opportunity to see some amazing things. The photos of our road trip through Argentina are now up on photobucket.

Link: http://photobucket.com/albums/e175/gonesouth120

It's taken us almost 4 hours to get them up, so I hope they'll be appreciated. Looking back on them myself makes me realise that this country has so much to offer. Even though Patagonian landscape seems very much the same everywhere the everchanging light makes for endless visual delight. I'm so happy that we're here and I can already say with confidence that I will be back. And next time with my Mommy!

We'll be back on the blog soon. Until then enjoy and take care.
x Marie

Last photos from Patagonia...





Pics...





And more...