Se lo dijo Jorge Luis Borges a Paul Theroux, from writer to writer, before he put an Southbound South American continent, who had crossed from end to end: "In Patagonia there is nothing. Not the Sahara, but it is the closest you can find in Argentina. Not, in Patagonia there is nothing ".

I looked at that plateau. I could not believe that there had been born in Patagonia. Sure ... I owe an explanation to the reader. Patagonia was born there but the myth of Patagonia as a wild and mysterious. I was in Puerto San Julian in the search, as always, of stories, anecdotes and wild. There, against the infinite blue of the Atlantic, are given both: history and nature.

Bolivia is full of cliffs, carriers and unpaved roads. Poor mixing. The crossing guard one of the most breathtaking trips in America and his name does not help to relax the gesture at the wheel. The Highway of Death is a path of mud and stone that wind through the foothills of the Yungas.

Jumping vacuum, rivers that are split, water flights. Cataracts are merely geographical, cracks, ruptures, shocks ... but this chaos is perhaps the most beautiful of nature disasters.