"There is now only Patagonia that suits my immense sadness.” In the shadows of the Southern Andes, the Swiss poet Blaise Cendrars' sublime "Trans-Siberian Prose” still echo in these lands, at the end of the world. Literally "Land of the Big Feet", Patagonia is an immense territory stretching for more than 2,000 kilometers from the 42nd parallel south, materialized by the Rio Colorado, all the way down to Cape Horn, the southern tip of the American continent. Then, like now, this unspoilt wilderness has never ceased to amazed and feed the imagination of visitors and dreamers from all horizons, irresistibly attracted by this vast space of utopia.

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In my opinion, if one moment was to define this feeling of amazement, it would without a shadow of a doubt be, my arrival in the village of El Chaltén. The fabulous and very fitting introduction of Pink Floyd’s "Shine on You Crazy Diamond" serving as a soundtrack, as I turned off the legendary Route 40, I first laid my eyes on Fitz Roy, the mystical summit that towers over this picturesque Argentine village. Shrouded in clouds, The Smoky Mountain lived up to its name, appearing to float above the mists as a castle in the sky.

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Patagonia is that promise, and so much more. The promise of an adventure, a scent of far-off lands, a desire to measure oneself against an indomitable and unpredictable territory where nature reigns supreme and calls for constant humility.

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Along the Andean mountain range, this first step until the unknown will take me from the Seven Lakes region unto Ushuaia, on the edge of the Land of Fire, an obligatory port of call for those on their way to discover Antarctica. Between majestic mountains, ice giants and vast spaces, this journey is the confrontation between Man and Nature.