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In Love with Patagonia – Hitchhiking!

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Bye bye, Bariloche. 

Quick update:

I finally found Internet that’s fast enough for uploading some pictures and cheap enough for sitting in the Internet Cafe for a bit longer to tell you where I’ve been and what I am doing now.

Since my initial plan was to travel north to Bolivia – which did not succeed – I ended up in Bariloche, Argentina, the Patagonian area. From there I decided to travel further South – can this be a total wrong turn or a total right turn – look at the pictures I show you. See it as a Sneak Peak.

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I think it’s the total right turn. Haha, Bolivia, see you later! But definitely see you.

But for now: I did not belive that Patagonia would be SO beautiful.

I heared from so many people to go here. I am now back on the Chilean side. A few days ago I crossed the border walking. There were no cars on the Argentinean side to Hitchhike with. – well, luckily I am trained, thanks to the Camino Santiago de Compostela I managed to walk last year. Argentina is a desert where Chile is a Jungle – thanks to the Andes. They mess up the whole climate! 😀

Exciting times, a lot of nature, camping, wild camping, low budget traveling, no hostels – maybe once a week a stay in a rural house in a small town off road from the bigger touristy towns. You can see the picture I draw: There is no WIFI in the forest.

But believe me, I am still here, collecting amazing things – Experiences, Pictures – Stories – which I will all share as soon as the time allows me.

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Frey – Sneak Peak – standing on the first peak, seeing the second one to cross in the distance. Two mountains in one day. Up and down, up and down again. 

My route so far, which I accomplished not all by myself, but with a Travel Compañero from France – with Vincent (you see a picture of him on my Tranquilo Post)…

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…definitely got some nice Nature Shots in my pocket!

Bariloche – El Bolson – Hollo – Esquel – Trevelin – Las Cypreces – Futaleufu – Villa Sta Lucia – Puyuhuapi – Puerto Cisnes – Puerto Aysen – Coyhaique (that’s where I am now. But only for 12 more hours.)

Almost half way to our final destination: Torres del Paine. We will do some hiking before, training ourselves for the long run. Keep you up to date!

Tranquilo in El Bolson

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Camping in El Bolson. The first day off after Volunteering in Bariloche

How I learnt from a Brazilian boludo to calm down and chill.

During my volunteering in the Punto Sur Hostel in Bariloche I met quite a few inspiring people. Guests and other volunteers alike. One of the volunteers working with me was Lincoln from Brazil. Very uncomplicated, easy going, funny and multi talented person. He may hide his smart side behind a big clown face and behaveiour calling everyone boludo and telling everyone to tranquilo. But the fact that he is traveling South America on his own, manages to hitchhike 800km in the same car, speaking 4 languages fluently, always tells a funny joke…shows, how smart this guy really is. Thanks to this, he figured quickly I had some serious problems to tranquilo myself. So he started telling me to tranquilo every time I lost my temper, or ran around in the kitchen like a chicken gone wild giving commands to the others like „chop this, clean that, give me this, stop doing that.“

 I love giving commands. Maybe it’s time for a dog.

Well, let’s be honest. He told me to tranquilo every five minutes. He was right. I was not tranquilo at all. But I just recognized it after leaving the hostel behind. Working in Hostels – or helping out volunteerly in a place crowded with people gives me this kick. I can not tranquilo. Especially not when the people are awesome and I have the responsibility for the place. Love it.

After Punto Sur Hostel Volunteering it was time to put on the backpack and hitchhike to the next city, direction south. To El Bolson.

There comes a point when you realize – while standing on the highway with a thumb out for over an hour in the burning sun – it’s time to tranquilo.

Find a shady place. Sit down. Get your camping cooker out and make some awesome ass kicking instant coffee. Just sit and drink. Fuck the cars passing by. No point to rush. You can’t force it to happen. Sometimes you just have to accept the fact that these fuckers don’t pick up people. Even the ones driving a pick up don’t. Time to tranquilo.

There was a nice camping we ran into by the riverside in El Bolson for 70 Pesos (5.50€)…. A place full of creative Hippies who travel Argentina. Cool! So time to reconsider all plans and stay one day longer than initially planned. Why do we make all these plans anyway? They are just supposed to show the direction. Don’t rush. Tranquilo. Well, when making plans – that’s what I’ve learned from the crazy Brazilian – allow yourself to include one full day for relaxing and doing nothing at all to the plan (except recharging your batteries with energy coming from some self made very delicious food). It’s not easy. But that’s what I mean when I say that I only recognized my tranquilo issue after leaving Punto Sur. I had it in my mind because Lincoln said it so often.

Tranquilo.

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Waiting for Cars to pass by during Siesta Time – burning hot sun… time for Coffee! //With Vincent from Huaman y Zaramama

And I share this because since leaving Punto Sur I have managed to tranquilo quite often. Lincoln you can be proud of me.

A quick selection of some of my Tranquilo times:

  • making coffee by the side of the road as a hitchhiking break
  • Taking a coffee and cookie break during a long hike in the most beautiful forest (Frey to Jacobs, Nahuel Huapi National park)
  • sleeping in late in a tent
  • don’t set an alarm
  • smoke weed and observe people
  • walk steady on the road in a slow pace
  • take a bath in an ice cold river to refresh
  • sit in the shadow of a tree and eat your awesome selfmade cereal bars
  • draw mandalas

Thank you Lincoln for telling me, the restless German girl, to tranquilo. I hope that this text can help some of my friends to tranquilo, too.

Lincoln on his bike through South America, from El Calafate to the border to Chile.

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Visit Lincolns Facebook Page here: Uncomfort Zone

Mandalas & Self Expression – by Miss Miri

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It’s the Mandala that made me write this article.  To show what can evolve out of nowhere, out of nothing. How important it is to take some time for yourself. To allow yourself just to escape from this crazy chaotic world and do what you feel like. Sleep, dream, eat, express yourself.

I started drawing and painting when I was a little child. My father is the artist in our family. My mother is the Yoga teacher. As a result or a mix of both: it’s me, drawing Mandalas.

It’s easy. It’s intuitive. Like meditating.

In May 2015 I bought a black book and a pen, at that time I didn’t even know what I needed it for. I started drawing lines, colouring them, no thought in my head of a big outcome or result. Just needed to clear my head. For weeks you would find me sitting at my desk listening to audio books, drawing. You can see some of the results in my Mandala Gallery.

It’s surprisingly easy to draw Mandalas. You start in the very center and from there it’s adding one shape after the other, repeatedly. Circles, Triangles, Dots, Squares, …meanwhile you train your accuracy, you put your inner chaos in an order. Release stress.

I got more and more curious about Mandalas. There are many texts and researches about the effect on people when drawing or even just looking at mandalas. There is a psychology behind it. It’s supposed to be healing, relaxing, and the shapes, colours – they tell a lot about the person, the painter himself. Every shape has a meaning, so does every colour.

After drawing around 100 Mandalas, I stopped. My head was empty. No more ideas. It was the perfect time to experiment on something else, but similar: Teleidoscopes and Kaleidoscopes. Do you remember them?

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Nadia in Malaysia

I used to have one like these pipes when I was a child. It is these ones you look through, and you see everything in Mandala Shapes and colours. winterfellI went through all my pictures from former travels. I cut out triangle shapes and edited it on photoshop, put it together to create my own digital Teleidoscopes in XXL.

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see more than 50 other designs  here.

I am looking back at all the beautiful creations that came out of nothing. It was the perfect timing for me to go travel South America to gain more inspiration. london  I don’t have Photoshop now. But I will go back to creating more Teleidoscopes after my journey, when I go back to Germany. With the pictures I take here. Now. party
Maybe I’ll go back this summer. Maybe not. That’s the thing about traveling. The more spontaneious, the better. No plans. Nada.

I love this thing about Art. It inspires other people. It is something emotional and personal, yet not too private or intimate. The fact that you can share something personal and very beautiful and express yourself. My sister herself started to draw because I inspired her. In my opinion she turns out to be the real deal here – she’s way better than me! Check it out here. Am I right or not?

Yesterday something very special happened. For the first time, I published a bigger piece of my art work on facebook (the picture at the top), in the Mandala group of facebook. After 12 hours, my Post had reached over 300 likes. People share my post on their pages and tell their followers that there’s a German drawing Mandalas on the walls of houses in Argentina. „Swoon-worthy!“, one wrote. „Soulful“ said another one. „Wow“ from many more – people from all over the world who are passionate about Mandalas as well, like me. It’s the Mandala that made me write this article.  To show what can evolve out of nowhere, out of nothing. How important it is to take some time for yourself. To allow yourself just to escape from this crazy chaotic world and do what you feel like. Sleep, dream, eat, express yourself. And then: show me what you made of it. I will be glad to share it here.