Atlantic sunrise, rolling waves, first shore Arriving in Rio de Janeiro on a winter’s night, waking to a summer breeze… The sun rises over the Atlantic, casting light on Copacabana’s rolling waves, tiny bikinis everywhere, the scent of fresh coconut mingling with the salty air. An immense Christ looking down…
Thundering cascades, mist rising, rainbows dancing Arriving at Iguazu, the sweltering heat of the jungle presses in as coatis slip past along the bridge. On the wooden paths the sound grows louder with every step — we’re heading for the Devil’s Throat, La Garganta del Diablo, an immense curtain of…
Still waters, leaping dolphins, penguins returning Arriving in Puerto Madryn, a beautiful bay where dolphins break the still waters with sudden leaps. The air is calm, the ocean alive. Moving south to Punta Tombo, Patagonia’s edge, we walk among thousands of penguins. Each year they swim all the way from…
Swiss-like town, shining Alpine lake, fairytale forest After a long bus ride from Puerto Madryn, crossing Argentina east to west, we arrive in Bariloche. First thought: Am I in Switzerland? The town, gorgeously situated at the shores of a shining lake, Lago Nahuel Huapi, draws crowds of Argentine travelers eager…
Lakeside town, smoking volcano, black sand shores Crossing the border into Chile, we arrive in Pucon, a lively town by the lake. Above it rises Villarica, a volcano that smokes quietly, a reminder of the fire beneath. The streets hum with travelers, drawn by the promise of adventure. Down at…
Dry winds, moonlit valleys, endless skies Arriving in San Pedro de Atacama, one of the driest deserts on earth, we feel the stillness of the air and the laid‑back rhythm of a town filled with backpackers and dreamers. At night, the skies open wide — stars shining with a clarity…
Hidden tracks, gardens and waterfalls, butterflies drifting We follow the rail from the hydroelectric station, walking the line toward Aguas Calientes — an alternative path, slower, quieter, away from the crowds. At Cataratas de Mandor, a botanical garden opens into a waterfall tumbling through the jungle. Butterflies flicker in the…
Hidden citadel, fading crowds, quiet wonder The next morning we climb toward Machu Picchu. Clouds hang heavy above the terraces, drifting across the ancient stones and softening the view. The citadel feels suspended in mist, its temples and stairways wrapped in mystery. By afternoon most tourist groups have gone; only…
Silence – a Prayer – Colorful town within a town Silencio — the word greets us at the gate of the Santa Catalina Monastery in Arequipa, la Ciudad Blanca. Inside lies a town within a town, its streets named Calle Toledo and Calle Sevilla. For centuries, wealthy families sent one…
Andean heights, drifting condors, endless canyon High in the Andes, at 3,700 meters above sea level, we reach the Colca Canyon — one of the deepest in the world. The air is thin, the horizon immense. From the cliffs we watch condors rise, wings spread wide, floating effortlessly above the…
Rolling swells, hidden giants, tails in the air From the Colca Canyon we travel north, reaching the Pacific coast of Ecuador. In Puerto López we board a small boat, heading out to the open sea. The swells lift us up and down, a constant rhythm of water and sky. Beneath…
From Atlantic sunrise to Pacific sunset — the journey finds its end on Easter Island. Here, the ocean surrounds the island with its infinite horizon.