The Road To The End Of The World

Patag­o­nia? Neh. Not Far enough. We decided to reach Ushuaia, the South­ern­most city in the world, located in Tierra Del Fuego, Argentina.

Going to the fin del mundo is an adven­ture in itself.

We left from Punta Are­nas at 6:30 am. Another short night… Lit­er­ally, con­sid­er­ing it was only really dark at mid­night and that it was already very bright when we got up.

Patagonia - Punta Arenas

For us, Patag­o­nia started from above, in the plane. It was almost empty and we had secured a win­dow seat. Huge moun­tains, rivers of ice, snow, clear blue lakes… The wind was very strong and the ride was rough. We flew above the Pacific Ocean as the pilot was try­ing to land and we dropped dan­ger­ously low. I kept my eyes open, half amazed and half scared. We made it.

Relaxing In Santiago

We took the bus from the air­port, still half sleepy. I felt like I was in Europe: cob­ble­stone alleys, streets names like “Paris” and “Lon­don”, news­pa­pers and cig­a­rettes kiosks, parks, foun­tains, kids play­ing around… An over­all relaxed atmos­phere, which made the city very welcoming.

Travel Stories

Trav­el­ling is always an adven­ture. Whether you are across the world or just across town, there are lit­tle anec­dotes to be told. Let’s share them!

I’d like to ask a few trav­ellers to tell me their best anec­dotes on the road or abroad.

Arica, First Stop In Chile

After La Paz and the Boli­vian high­lands, Arica, our first stop in Chile, was quite a shock. Imag­ine a city, actu­ally more like an oasis, bor­dered by the Pacific Ocean and the desert. Imag­ine, 30C all year round. Imag­ine quiet streets, cars that actu­ally stop at red lights and a super­mar­ket. We were in shock, after Bolivia.

Crossing The Andes To Chile

We got up at 4:45 am, cold and tired, hav­ing slept barely a few hours. We packed in the dark. I brushed my teeth quickly and decided to skip wash­ing my face with some expen­sive French prod­uct, for once. The water was freez­ing and of course, no hot water.

We got to the bus sta­tion sleepy and cranky. Once the “use of bus ter­mi­nal” fee paid, we had just enough boli­vianos for a bot­tle of water. We boarded the bus, still dark out­side, leav­ing La Paz behind us. Cross­ing the Andes, again, to Chile.

Malegria In La Paz

I’m cold, I’m tired, my clothes are dirty and I can barely breathe. One of these days I guess.

Soon enough, our bus was blocked by a demon­stra­tion. A com­mon occur­rence in Evo Morales´country appar­ently. We stayed stuck for a good hour before the dri­ver finally gave up, parked the bus and let us go. Feng and I took a few min­utes to read the map and fig­ure out where we were (hint: in a dodgy neighbourhood).

Lake Titicaca - Bolivia

The scenery was beau­ti­ful. The huge lake, 3,800 meters above sea level. The clouds, so low, us, so high that we feel we can touch the sky. The burn­ing hot sun dur­ing the day and the chilly nights. The local dish, trouts, huge fishes cooked with lemon and tomatoes.