In Puyuhuapi the rain has reduced the speed of my trip to near zero. I stay on the camping ground. This then is the infamous rain in the northern part of the Carretera Austral. I am caught. From now on it will l rain cats and dogs for five days. Relentlessly and continuously, the rain…
It is the last night in windy Patagonia on the Estancia Santa Margarite and I cannot sleep. So relentless is the wind, and the next day, I plan to leave… But in the morning, the wind has died down as I say goodbye to all those I have come to love. (Scoll down for more…)…
Durch einen tollen Zufall hat sich ergeben, dass ich ein paar Tage auf einer Estancia leben durfte und das Leben dort ein wenig kennenlernen konnte. Ich moechte auf diesem Wege allen dort danken, die mich so herzlich aufgenommen haben, und mir erlaubten, mich fast hemmungslos mit meiner Kamera austoben zu duerfen. Danke auch Lucho fuer…
I stay in Punta Arenas for almost a week. Finally get off my ass and visit the famous cemetery, hike to the observation tower and then cycle to the site of an old ship wreck that, eons ago, got washed ashore just outside city limits. (Sroll down for more.) Fast eine Woche bleibe ich in…
First Baby Steps „The wind, the wind, the heavenly child …“ Who thinks up such nonsense? Between Ushuaia and Punta Arenas I covered a total distance of 455 km, sometimes riding my bike, sometimes pushing it, and for 200 km I hitchhiked. Only 15 km were on an asphalt road with wind in my back…
Farewell „Sehn wir uns nicht auf dieser Welt, dann sehn wir uns in Bielefeld” (If we don’t see each other in this world, we’ll see each other in Bielefeld). Those were my beloved grandpa’s final parting words. “Yes Opa, because there is no Bielefeld in this part of the world”. Our last afternoon together…
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