Oh, big south.
I was there once, when I was younger, at the age of seventeen. But we were so small, just little beings in a big planet. And compared to the immensity of the Chilean south, it will be needed more than a life to know it, to traverse.
I'd like to come back and walk, do some autostop, travel between the forest, around the rivers, and maybe, who knows, be face to face with the greatness of the mountain, of the volcano (like in the picture). But also know people, watch them, learn about the ways of life in the cold weather, see how the towns interact with all the nature, see the birds.
The problem is the price. Of course, the usurers won't let him free. But, like my grandmother says to me: "we are in Chile, just go to the highway".
