I thought I had reached the Caribbean in the middle of the Andes. The water was a indigo blue on, sometimes turquoise and emerald tone in some banks. We move into the lake as one sees light at end of tunnel, almost by inertia, hypnotism plunged a shining water between snow-capped mountains.
South of the world ends with an outburst. Where the Andes are ending, nature reserves a final festival of stones. We crossed the border of Chile and a farewell because the other side, only vicunas and rheas govern the untamed land of green lakes and mountains impossible.
It, a Chilean woman living in San Antonio, prostitute, beautiful day is long, stylish and fun, It is the envy of local women, whether the "good life" or bad. A man, Roberto, I was in love to the bars of her unrequited.
At that time it wakes up the world. Early wake, coffee and silence: always compensates. Every journey stops at dawn because it is the time of the truce, the point where the traveler understands his whereabouts. Then there is the bustle of stories, the lives of others passing loop, the miles of road ...
They say that during the full moon rocks and sand dunes take on an unreal. We would cross the valley to full sunlight, but the magic of the place was going to win anyway.
He dreamed, like so many other climbers of the time, to become the first man to tread the summit of Everest, but the glory was elusive. Sorry, heart rumbo a la Patagonia. Other peaks waiting to be conquered virgin. What is the name of the British explorer and mountaineer image? What feats he starred in southern lands? The travel writer Gerardo Bartolome will tell the story in next week VaP..