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ARRIVING TO THE END.

I am arriving to one of those parts of the world where the traveler cyclist ego it´s just a little dot in the map, this dot is named Ushuaia, if you don´t get there it´s like you are being a quitter, today for me, I have to say that I am not really knowing where I am going to finish, my ego spits other preferences, other needs, and this dot isn´t in the map at all, it´s in my heart and my broken pockets.

Now more than ever my decisions should be taken day by day, even though I really don´t want this darken my pretty reality.

In this moment after the last chronicle that I have wrote, while I was dreaming in a very different way, then I was able to measure the pleasure of my days, my last words where bad written as usual here, I’ve wrote them from Talca in Chile, from there I left accompanied by Manolo´s, this Dutch guy that looks like a real andalous ones, with him I swam in the Pacific ocean, with him I have caressed the beauty of the 7 great lakes in the Argentinean side, and from there back to my solitude.

Again towards the winds, fighting against it, even though I have to say that the word solitude it looks like that doesn´t exist in my personal dictionary, I am saying this because after bearing the bumping Austral road, feeling that my body blend with sweat, wind, disturbance and of course freedom, all those ingredients that make my life the only real thing.

MI VIDA / MY LIFE

MI VIDA / MY LIFE

Days past by slowly or fast as usual, me I was relishing the majestic of the mountains and the roar of the waters from the incredible Futalefu river, meanwhile my ass and the poor Halima´s suffered the direct attacks of the bad dirty roads, although I have to say that in this moments every single breath was like a real dream, dreaming in this world that so many times it looks for me like living in a world full of fantasy.

Always towards south, towards where the wind takes all your belongs, where the rain and the cold weather makes you remind this lovely sentence “bicycles are for summer times”

So, completely lost in this essence wrapped with flavors and beauty there they were, Miri´s and David´s a couple from Canary islands, they were there with two bicycles, well, let´s say two pieces of metal with wheels, and disgusting colors, they where there offering me the best of their smiles, from this precise moment that was the prelude of one of those things that makes you feel so good, a real a sincere friendship.

MIRI Y DAVID / MIRI AND DAVID

MIRI Y DAVID / MIRI AND DAVID

With them I have crossed the Andes again; we did it, jumping here and there like the lamas, vicuñas or the guanacos… obviously without their beauty of course!

With them I have shared, cold, rain and many passions but on top of it millions of faith smiles, their piece of iron with wheels dared the harness of the Austral road, today broke this, tomorrow they broke that, after tomorrow another thing, it was one never breaking ending, but they kept showing me every single minute, that where they put the live they also pour out their passion, and this is how we all arrived to Villa O´Higgins little town, this is a point with no return and also the end of the famous Austral route, there with more happiness than sadness they offered their bicycles to the kids in town, and decided to continue their journey by foot, when I saw them leaving my heart shrink and all my love for them became an enormous respect for the big effort that they had done, Thanks a lot to have shared this wonderful fairy tale with me.

Meanwhile for me and Halima´s was still a very difficult part to deal with, a piece of land separating two lakes between Chile and Argentina, a place where you can broke everything, inside and outside you, of course without talking about the poor Halima´s fully loaded. Path there so narrow that even a bicycle can´t fit on it, rocks, roots, holes, mud and solitude… a long day difficult task, no time for any mercy, just time for dreaming the end when you r eyes can see the Desert lake, there another boat was waiting, and without any more breath to consume, I felt confused among emotions, happiness and some deceptions, in this moment I did realize how right Gandhi was when he said this “ Our reward it´s on the effort not in the result, a total effort it´s a complete victory”

VICTORIA COMPLETA / COMPLETE VICTORY

VICTORIA COMPLETA / COMPLETE VICTORY

When I have arrive to the other side of the lake, cold and rain remained me that my body was wear down, but not my wish of fight, in this moment I thought, I didn´t like this part of the road, tired of thinking too much I felt asleep trembling of cold…

The following day all my bags and stuff were also wear out, Halima´s was injured on this battle, but in silence I was forgetting everything, in my face a big smile traveled with me, because I knew that soon I would arrive to one of those places that I wanted to be so many years ago, this place was El Chalten, home of one of my bigger passions the Cerro Torre, for me one of the most beautiful mountains in the world.

It´s true that arriving to this place it wasn´t easy at all, this part of the road where the ego seems to be on top of everything, and the fluency of the pleasure seems to disappear to let the pain comes in, among roots, mud, cold, holes and many other issues I had to find many reasons inside me to not feel the beauty of the mountains able to transform any single feeling to the biggest a deepest reality.

El Chalten, a huge gift, an snowed dream, a place where the sky put colors on the mountains, a place where the peace matches with the dramatic scenery of the glaciers, all this mess to just say that I am happy to be where I am, that I am happy to let my feelings flow, happy to imagine the unimaginable, this sort of life that only goes where you want to be, how extraordinary it´s to feel your heart accelerate, your pulse run, loose the look and feel the aroma that emerge through your skin.

A TRAVES DE MI PIEL / THROUGH MY SKIN

A TRAVES DE MI PIEL / THROUGH MY SKIN

Soon a new sort of journey will start for me, I will leave this utopia end of the world with my bags full of all those thing that made feel much more human, neither better, neither worst just one of those things that luckily today we still can´t buy.

Today the starts shine over my tired head, while I am waiting for this wind blowing as hell.

I have left those wonderful places, I did it full of sadness and love at the same time, I really don´t know if tomorrow I want to awake or keep dreaming, but I am sure to know that me I will keep jumping into the vertigo of this bizarre world of the estrange and inaccessible, who know if tomorrow will come with a fantastic end?.

Shut up! Here in the austral south another beauty it´s waiting for me, the Perito Moreno glacier, and my problems can wait for now, or like my good friend Jorg always say without any sense “this is not sexy”

Patagonia winds, I know that you still there, I know that you will try to win me, but I would like to let you know that if my ego and I arrive to find the fusion I am sure that I will find the truly essence and unity that will fill it up all the empty spaces in my solitude, and I am also sure that I will find the gap that will bring me towards the end.

THE ONES THAT IT LOOSES ITSELF IN ITS PASSION, LOOSES MUCH LESS THAT THOSE THAT LOOSE THE PASSION.

HEALTH AND GOOD JOURNEY, NANDO.

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