20 february Rome Fiumicino (ITALY)

Afghanistan is unfortunately not yet a distant memory: emotions, pain, memories of all that I lived over there intensively live in me...

I'm back... but I'm already sitting on a bench at Fiumicino airport waiting to board to Buenos Aires with Aerolineas Argentinas.

 

21 february Buenos Aires (ARGENTINA)

Thirteen hours and 50 minutes flight and we land in the Argentinean capital.


This land makes us imagine the sporting prowess of Diego Armando Maradona, the land of Evita Perón, delicious beef, the Falklands War, sorry I meant "Malvinas", "mate", the economic crisis happened a few years ago...

Not even time to breathe the air of the city that we are back in flight to San Carlos de Bariloche.


A mixture of Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy, Austria and Switzerland Tyrolean Alps.

A VIP resort lakeside Wapi Houel.

 

 

22 february San Carlos de Bariloche (ARGENTINA)

Sitting on a chairway we reach a viewpoint that showes us the whole area that has hosted us in these days.
Wonderful! As a postcard ... Lakes, pines, snow-capped high mountains: the Andes!

I felt so small against the immensity of nature...

Shortly later we depart again... we are heading to Chile

Customs controls are quite boring, like Emirates-Oman border, they check all the luggage, one by one...

Set foot in Chile, as if by magic, all the background changes, the Andes seem increasingly removed, the vegetation thins out, giving way to a monotonous landscape too similar to the European one...

But luckily, on the shore of Lake Llanquihue and down the two majestic snow-capped volcanoes, we reach the town of Puerto Varas.

 

 

23 february Puerto Montt (CHILE)

The ascent of the Osorno volcano, comfortably seated in chair, climbing up, upper and upper, beyond the clouds, even penetrating into their hearts to leave them below us ... Then silence, the peace broken only by a few words exchanged between us... The sun is recharging us... my toxins, my nightmares and the "crap" in my head begin to leave... I needed it... the more I climbed the more I felt better ...

In the evening I want to break some plans, I am used to keep everything under control, always vigilant and present, but this time I let it go...


With Roscio and Linsey, a Scottish girl met in the hostel, I taste the local and famous drink "pisco" (35°) and after three glasses... I felt the floor trembling under my feet, my head was spinning... and when I wake up in the morning still dressing jeans and T-shirts, with all my stuff thrown in bulk in the backpack, the headache typical of hangover, I was almost glad...

 

 

24 february Castro (CHILE)

A ferry brings us in Chiloe Island...

[Luca]: "In Castro's main square.

Walking around we've literally burnt our face to see the wonders of the Osorno volcano, but it was worth it. It was not a physical but mental ascent. You literally ascend into the sky. There are a number of dominant colors: blue sky and sea, the white of the top and the black of the volcano.


There was a deafening silence, we were the only humans for hundreds of meters breathing ...


I'm afraid that in order to enclose these emotions I'll have to write a song or better an entire album...


The road takes you with her, hugs you and forces you to look before making what it gets away minute by minute.

But the journey has this huge cathartic function of cure, to listen ... "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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