The top half of Chile

A spurting geyser in the Atacama, Chile.

It was another overnight bus ride to get from Valdivia to the capital of Chile, Santiago. This was just the start of northern Chile, a region with astoundingly disparate climates and scenery. From the sea to the desert, it was constantly astounding.

Northwest Patagonia

Skiing in El Bolsón, Argentina.

The bus left El Calafate in the afternoon and, though its destination was north, it shot east across the country to Rio Gallegos (that weird town of not very much) and then northwest towards the top of Argentine Patagonia. The famous Ruta 40 that runs up the west of Argentina, dissecting Patagonia in two, is closed to buses at this time of year, so there’s no choice but to zigzag across as we did. The scenery, as described previously, was bleak and grey, with only the occasional scrub sprouting life out of the infertile soil. On the horizon appeared the Andes once again, and after a comfortable night we arrived in the small town of El Bolsón.

Southwest Patagonia

Cerro Fitz Roy, near El Chaltén, Argentina

I left Ushuaia behind, starting the long journey up north to who-knows-where. Still, ahead of me for now was a lot more of Patagonia, a lot more mountains and a lot more snow.

The Argentine Atlantic coast (and a bit of Uruguay)

A tail of a Southern Right Whale in Puerto Madryn, Argentina.

South America. A new continent. I’ve dreamt of coming here since forever, and now I’m here. It feels as like I’m starting travelling all over again, as if the last seven months through Asia and Australasia were another adventure entirely. Here is a whole new world waiting to be discovered.