Chile

A geography student’s whim becomes a 5‑week solo traverse, deserts, volcanoes, Patagonia and a marathon that set the bar impossibly high.

From dawn runs to national parks, how moving through Chile on foot, bike and trail made every place feel more alive.

Murals, plazas, fire stations and signboards, an atlas of tiny street details that gave each Chilean town its personality.

Patience, kindness and strangers going out of their way, small interactions across buses, parks and counters that stayed with me.

Buses, micros, ferries and tiny airports, how Chile’s transport stitched together deserts, fjords and Patagonia’s edge.

A 32‑hour ferry beyond Southern Patagonia, full moon seas, the Beagle Channel, glacier alley and the feeling of the world ending.

A character sketch of Chile’s goodest doggos and least‑conniving cats, rated, remembered and enthusiastically scritched.