Patagonia is a place that I consider truly wild. It is a location that I associate with sweeping vistas which are interrupted by the jagged peaks of the Chilean Andes.

Perhaps this is also why I’ve become so fond of slow travel. In an age when we can cross continents in a matter of hours, today’s travel culture focuses on reaching the destination as quickly as possible, with little regard for the journey, let alone appreciation of it.

For a whole week, almost every day had gone like this: morning, boat safari and in the afternoon, filming and taking photos of sea lions. The days passed slowly and full of emotions that my heart and eyes could barely contain, but suddenly I realized that the last week of […]