It is noon, and we are almost officially done, boyfriend and feet soaking in the river, the 5 km from Torres the overlook to Torres the hotel done in a…
Guanacos welcome us to Torres del Paine, along with flamingos and ñandús, a Patagonian ostrich of sorts, and it is a fox that cheers us farewell, blissfully unaware as he…
They rise like sentinels in the night, stature straight and tall, mountain defenders and warriors, all-knowing, all-seeing, silent in their testimony of time, dark guardians, keepers of eternal secrets, witnesses…
It is our last night camping in Torres del Paine, and I have to say, our campsite is pretty cool, complete with mid-camp ravine of crystal clear agua and populated…
Today is another marathon day, and we put our noses to the proverbial grindstone and hike our butts up the hill, steady in our rhythm, determined in our steps. There…
We roll in and out of Cuernos just in time, equally lucky at day end as at day break, for we manage to snag one of the last tent platforms…
Back to Italiano, we rummage through the piles of packs to our own, the guard post nothing more than the official keeper of gear as trekkers slough off the heavy…
The fable goes that there is no lightning in Patagonia, and indeed, over many days of overcast and dreary skies, we hear nary a sound and see nary a spark.…
Italiano feels the most like wild camping, Graham and I free to set up our tent where we please, and for tonight, it is next to the big tree and…
We leave Paine Grande just short of 4 PM, happy and content to have seen the mountain majesties and to have shot the bull with Frederic from Montreal, a pretty…
Where In The World Is Gwendo? 