In the quiet lakes we see the reflection of the volcanoes’ snowy tops. Churning and thundering the river races between the blocks of lava to become one with a lovely turquoise river. More to the south the small country is only a string of islands between the ocean and the foothills of the Andes. The dream, the unreachable, the view of the majestic Torres del Paine, the hopping South American ostrich, the cracking glacier ice and the floating blue blocks of glacier...
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