A couple of months ago, a friend of mine posted a photo on her facebook-timeline: A small boat floating on a light turquoise lake in front of a high wall of ice.
What a mesmerizing sight! It just sucked me in. Just looking at this picture, I felt the cold crawling up my spine. I was sure I could see my breath if I exhaled. This place must be a mysterious place, a world of its own, governed by some beautiful, chilled ice-queen.
It was the National Park Los Glaciares in southern Patagonia.
I had to see this place for myself. As soon as possible.
Dramatically jagged mountains, covered by a picturesque layer of eternal snow overtowering fir-covered hills. Trouts jumping in ice-cold turquoise waters of glacier lakes, rivers, and creeks.
Not Swiss enough? Well, the town of San Carlos de Bariloche cranks it up a notch by manufacturing some of the world’s best artisan chocolate and making you pose with a Saint Bernard dog – including the small barrel of rum around the neck; his neck, not yours.
I’ve heard that there are people travelling periodically to the region west of Tokyo just to take a good shot of Mount Fuji.
This majestic, perfectly shaped volcano – that erupted lastly in 1707 – seems to be hiding behind clouds most of the time. Therefore, it can be a challenge – or a hobby – hunting the best view. Or at least a glimpse.
Which island was my favorite? Argh, do you really make me choose again?
I dislike comparing. I detest better or poorer.
I like different! I like the beauty and the excitement that comes with diversity.
This said, if again, you point a gun to my head, I’ll say Fogo was my favorite. Fogo, because it is the most varied one. It has beaches and greeneries, but also rocks and lava. It is lovely and bizarre. Full of stories and history – a true inspiration.
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