From far away they looked like light bugs or torches in the shadows of the mountains. We enjoyed the last hour of a four hour journey from Calafate by looking at the sun disappear behind the mountains... (continúa)
The Sacred Hill The eyes full of horizon. The Patagonian steppe always gave me a feeling of prehistoric peace. Sky as blue as possible and yellow grass. We are in La Leona, halfway between El Calafate and El Chaltén. We travel through a rubble road and the bus, an authentic... (continúa)
