¡SE ACABÓ! TERMINÉ MI VIAJE de la MANERA MÁS INESPERADA 🚌  De CHILE a ALASKA en MOTO x 7 AÑOS 🏍️

¡SE ACABÓ! TERMINÉ MI VIAJE de la MANERA MÁS INESPERADA 🚌  De CHILE a ALASKA en MOTO x 7 AÑOS 🏍️

I think this means what it means. Welcome to Alaska! Let’s go! Family, we’ve arrived in Alaska. We’re here! Dreaming is an indisputable duty. A duty that becomes a goal. And after seven years traveling across America, I finally achieved mine. In the previous episode, I arrived in Alaska, and right at the welcome sign, I met two indigenous people who made me wonder if destiny really is something written. “Trying to be native, the indigenous people that we are.” After crying and laughing with them, I said goodbye and continued toward the border post. Alaska, I felt, was anxiously awaiting me. “Hello, hello!” “How are you? ” “Fine, a little cold, but fine.” “I understand. May I see your passport, please? ” “Yes, of course. ” “How many people cross this border on average per day?” “It depends on the time of year.” And after checking that the pilot resembled the one on the passport, the agent accepted me back into his country. Welcome back to the United States of America. We are officially in Alaska. We are now driving along the Alaska Highway, 88 kilometers from a town called Tok. It’s impressive because even if I had written a script about how I would have entered Alaska, I wouldn’t have come up with a story this good, this real, this pure, this genuine, and this tragic. I had arrived in Alaska, but Alaska was under construction, and since the drive is long and there’s no shame in it, it’s best to chat. ” It’ll probably be about 15 minutes.” “Fifteen? ” “Yes, or even more.” “Oh…” “You must be colder than I am!” “Oh, I’m too cold! ” “How many hours are you here every day?” “Not that many… Just five hours. ” “And you’re originally from Alaska?” “No, California .” “From California to here? What a change! But if life is short and the pay is good, being cold is worth it. ” “Twelve thousand dollars? You’re making this much a month? ” “Yes.” “Wow! My respects! ” “Can we take a picture?” —Oh, yeah. Let’s do it! —Okay, here we go. One, two, three. Twelve thousand dollars a month. Alaskan wages are good. —It was nice meeting you! Bye! Twelve thousand dollars a month for holding a stop sign, huh. Oh my! Look how big those mountains are! Well, I’m going to tell you a couple of things about Alaska. Alaska in Aleut means “large land,” or more specifically, “object against which the sea crashes.” The Alaskan flag represents the Great Bear, a reference to the bears found here, and it was designed by a thirteen-year-old boy in a contest held decades ago. Alaska didn’t belong to the United States; it belonged to the Russian Empire, and in 1867 it was sold to the Tsar of Russia for 7.2 million dollars at the time because Russia needed money at the time and they thought that since there were only indigenous people here and it was very far away, it wasn’t worth it and it was better to sell it to the United States. Some time later, gold was found and it was filled with people during the famous gold rush. In the 1970s, oil was found and the economic development of the area began, which was also greatly influenced by the construction of this highway, the Alaska Highway. The capital of Alaska is Juno, and the most populous city is Anchorage. Mining and oil extraction are the main economic activities in the region. And one more fact: of the fifty states in the United States, it’s the largest. Alaska is three times the size of Spain and a little more. It’s very big! That said, 60 kilometers to Tok, and I hope we find something to eat because we’re running late and everything closes very early here. There’s a restaurant here; I’ll go right in, and then we’ll look for a place to stay. Oh, finally! Look what this is, huh? I imagine that when the ice melts, this must be an impressive stretch of river. But since the snow is now in the form of snow in the mountains, well, that’s how we see it. There go the birds on their migration south, and yet, I continue north. I left the town of Tok this morning and I’m going to make a pit stop in Fairbanks. So, you might ask, “Why are you going north? Why are you going to Fairbanks?” Well, there’s a reason, and that is that I want to visit a museum that has something that was momentous. for Agustín Ostos to start the SoyTribu project. The penultimate day of the trip was very cold , but we already knew that. Let’s see if we make it to Fairbanks. But first, I’d stop at a place called Delta Junction to warm up. —In this? —In this, yes. —Oh, my God. —What is life like here in Delta Junction? —It snows a lot. It’s a lot of snow, and it doesn’t melt for another six months. —If you’re here, you end up tired. —Yes… I asked in Canada: “What are the people of Alaska like?” And they told me they normally don’t talk much . But you’re talking! —Yes! —We talk! When you’ve been alone and cold on the road for a long time, a little complicity is fire for the soul. But in the end, you always have to leave. —Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting you. Have a good winter, and thanks for that hot chocolate. My name is Agustín. —Thania. —Goodbye! Every decision has costs, benefits, advantages, and disadvantages. Knowing how to choose, dear tribe, that’s the point. Two hours and we’ll arrive in Fairbanks. Look, those are the famous pipelines that carry gas from Prudhoe Bay to the port of Valdés. The Trans-Alaska Pipeline is an unavoidable part of the landscape, traversing the peninsula from end to end, transporting fuel over 1,287 kilometers. And I, after traveling along some of them along its banks, arrived in Fairbanks. After almost four hours of travel, I arrived at a marijuana plantation. No! That’s not what I came for. I came to a place called the “Museum of the North.” Which is none other than this building. It’s the first time in my life I’ve made a four-hour trip to go to a museum. I felt it was necessary to make the effort because there’s something here that has a lot to do with the reason for the SoyTribu project. Just as a spark plug generates a spark that ignites a motorcycle, there was a movie that ignited that spark in me. And here’s something related to that movie: Fairbanks. The “fair banks.” If only they were, the world would be different, right? I think I won’t be able to see what I really want to see, but I will see other things. It’s definitely worth it. My biggest inspirations for starting this project were the Long Way Round series, the documentary The Salt of the Earth, the book Jupiter’s Travels, and especially the film Into the Wild. —Hello! How are you? —Fine, how are you? —Ticket for one, yes. I had called that morning and they told me that what I wanted to see wasn’t available yet, and yet, as if it had all been planned, someone appeared. She is Sophie, the person who would help me find what I was looking for. —Too many people were on the bus. It was a six- to seven-mile walk. A long walk. You have to cross the river. The whole walk is quite challenging. The Magic Bus is a bus steeped in history, made famous by Christopher McCandless, the protagonist of Into the Wild, who lived on it for 112 days. However, the river you have to cross to reach it when it’s flooded is very dangerous. And after multiple rescues and two deaths of tourists, the state decided to have the army remove the bus from there. Finally, it ended up at the Museo del Norte, where it was restored. When I was 21, I saw the movie Into the Wild at university, and I vividly remember the next day, going to class, thinking, “Someday I’m going to ride around the world on a motorcycle.” So, I decided to start my trip in Chile. Honestly, don’t die without doing the Carretera Austral at least once in your life. First to Tierra del Fuego, and then up to Alaska. Come on! I’ve reached La Paz, Bolivia! And at some point, I’ll get closer, closer to the place where the protagonist Christopher McCandless, also known as Alexander Supertramp, met the end of his great adventure. Well, I also projected that the end of mine would be here. I imagine that when people embark on these kinds of adventures, they never imagine what they can produce in others. For example, it sparked a tremendous desire in me to begin my great motorcycle adventure by documenting Native peoples. I haven’t been able to see the bus, but the visit has been symbolic. Coming here was, in a way, paying tribute to one of the people who made me decide on this trip, this project. So thank you, Cris. Without knowing it, you inspired me. And then the magic happened. The construction team had to stop work on the exhibition site because we need more funds. Sophie told me that the reason the bus couldn’t be visited was due to a lack of funds to build the site. Which is why I offered to help. So, people can donate money? Yes, yes. Through this QR code, they should be able to find more information once they scan it and enter the donation website. So, I told her what I did, and she decided to call her supervisor to try to visit the bus extraordinarily. Tell her that if it’s possible now, it would be better. Well, since life never ceases to surprise us, my colleague from China is trying to get the supervisor to let me in so she can take me to see the bus and help them raise funds to finish its restoration. We’ll see what happens. “She has a very busy schedule and this is super last minute, but she’ll come meet you so you can talk about the logistics. ” “Right now?” “Yes, yes, yes. ” “Now, now?” “Yes. ” “I feel blessed. ” “How are you?” “Good, and you? ” “Very, very happy to meet you. I had no expectations that I would find it. I knew I had to come and… Because sometimes it’s good to do things without knowing the outcome for sure. Remember: If it goes well, I win. If it goes wrong, I learn. The culture of trying. Try, try, he who perseveres, succeeds.” And I had already called and they told me I wouldn’t be able to see the bus, but one’s effort is rewarded. Tomorrow at eight in the morning we’re meeting here to see the bus and learn a little more about its meaning and significance. Chasing the carrot is an expression that describes the action of pursuing unattainable goals. However, sometimes the donkey cranes its neck and ends up eating it. “Try one! They’re wonderful. Unless you’re allergic… ” “Are they organic?” “Yes, organic, yes. ” “It’s super sweet.” “Wow! You can’t find these in the supermarket!” “Not anymore, yes. ” “Wow, this is…” “This has been my “everything.” “Man, your “everything” is beautiful.” “It’s a little dirty. ” “I haven’t showered in two days. I haven’t showered!” And in addition to interceding to make the bus thing happen, Sophie invited me to stay at her cabin with her mom and her boyfriend. “So you haven’t tried any Alaskan salmon?” “No. ” “What? Dude!” “We have like 20 salmon. Okay, how about this?” We should have a bonfire tonight then. —Bonfire tonight, yeah! Let’s do that! Well, it turns out I’m going to stay the night and have dinner at Sophie’s house, who I thought was a Native Alaskan, but it turns out she’s Chinese. And I said to her, “Sorry if I confused you, Sophie, but I thought you were native to here.” And of course, this territory was populated by Asian people who crossed the Bering Strait when it was frozen. So the features, while not exactly the same, are quite similar, enough to be confusing. Look, here they are. —What lights! They’re beautiful. —These lights are from your country. —You should follow us then. —Yes, I’ll follow you. Stories of the road. Second to last day in Alaska , and I’m going with a Chinese family to make a bonfire, eat some salmon, and chat about life. And the interesting thing about Sophie is that the reason she came to Fairbanks is the same as mine, but not because of the bus or Christopher McCandless, but because of a Japanese photographer who’s on display at that museum called… I can’t remember the name right now, but we both came to Fairbanks inspired by someone’s story. It’s wonderful how everything happens. Anyone who travels will know. “How was it?” “Cold, but good. Thank you for bringing me to your cabin. A dry cabin, though.” —Fish. —I should show you here. We caught it. Among forty other fish we caught. It’s crazy, isn’t it? —Immersion netting. —Wow! —You should hold this. Let me take your picture. The real Alaskan salmon. I finally found it. —Good fisherman! Well, family, thank you so much for inviting me here. —This is your home. Your other home. Among a million other homes you’ve stayed in. —My dry cabin-house. —Oh, that’s true. —What’s a dry cabin? —It’s a house that doesn’t have water. —That doesn’t have water. Running water. It has water, but not running water. —Yeah, yeah, right. —We have water, we have water! —You have to transport the water. The process of transporting water, transporting resources, changes your perspective or perception of resources. And celebrating with a wine called The Storyteller, we went to sleep very happy waiting for the big day. —Into the wild. Everything is in its own way. Okay. Well, today is the big day. It looks like it snowed all night. Look how it is here! Super Supernova. What happened to you? I hope you don’t get water in there. “Today is the big day. ” “Maybe there’s an accident ahead? Against all odds, rain and snow, we made it.” “He stayed at our cabin last night. ” “Hi, Angie.” “Hi, good morning. ” “Good morning, sorry for the delay.” “No problem. We’ve arrived.” The first thing Angie would show me were the photos Chris took during his trip, which documented moments with people and places. During his adventure, he often ate what he hunted, and you can sense in his eyes the joy of living the life he truly wanted. “You can see he’s losing weight and that he’s not healthy until he tried to go back up the river and eventually… It’s believed that something he ate prevented him from absorbing nutrients, and by the time he wanted to leave, the river was too high and he was too weak. So he wrote this farewell postcard until he finally perished on the bus. His family donated Chris’s personal items to the museum, including his camera, knife, wallet, and… —Of course, the most recognizable item is Chris’s belt, which he carved in California documenting his experiences. —It’s quite beautiful that this happened on the last day of my trip. —Yeah, right. —It’s as if the time and weather were the painters. —Absolutely. —Right? —It’s so beautiful. —Yes, we never know what a story or an object will represent and mean to other people. —And that’s why I love museums. —Exactly. —It’s the stories that are embedded in the object’s experiences as it enters and leaves your lives and those of other people. —That’s how they acquire value. Because of the story behind it, it’s beyond the object itself. —Absolutely. Do you want to go in? —Please! Let’s do it! This was when I wondered again if destiny is something written or if we write it. Entering the bus was like closing the circle and opening a spiral toward the mystery of the cosmos. And we are not alone. Before you breathed, others breathed. Before you were born, others gestated you. We are children of their stories, heirs to humanity. That’s why when meaning is lacking, we must go out and find it. Leaving inertia behind, hunting essences, raising awareness, that’s what I’m talking about. —When it first arrived, there were large holes in the roof and floor. All the windows were completely broken. It hadn’t been cared for. It was in very poor condition. We’ve spent four years trying to raise money. Right now, we didn’t get the federal grant we requested for the exhibition , and we’re still working to try to raise that money. And since they haven’t gotten it yet, if you’d like to contribute, you can make your donation at this link so the bus can finally be displayed. —What does this bus mean to you? —The last four years of my life. I think it really symbolizes… I’m sorry, sometimes thinking about it makes me very emotional because… Why does this bus mean so much to so many people? I feel a great responsibility to bring it to people. It’s been a long road, you know. —Thank you for doing it, Angie. —Thank you for making this great effort. I’m not speaking just for myself, but for many people who will be very grateful to have the opportunity to visit the bus, visit Alaska, and experience a little of what a wild adventure feels like. —Exactly. —Thank you. —Yes, of course. —The only gift I can give you is an apple. —Oh! —Thank you, I love apples. On November 17, 2017, I arrived in Santiago de Chile with a big dream: to travel the world by motorcycle, starting in America, a trip that would take me first to Ushuaia and then, after many twists and turns, to Alaska. Today, seven years later, I have arrived. I’ve received many confirmations over the years that I was on the right path and that I was doing it with a good purpose, that the journey itself, the project, had a purpose that went beyond me. Having arrived here and having doors opened for me in this way is like the most obvious proof that I made the best decision of my life. Chris’s story influenced me greatly , and I’m convinced he never imagined how many people he influenced to take this path. I’m very happy, grateful for the gifts of life, for everything I’ve learned, grown, transformed, for being able to glimpse the path I still have to take. The path that is before my feet, waiting to be walked. If I had to summarize all of this in some way, it would be: Pursue your dreams. Let nothing and no one stop you. Learn, listen, mingle with people who think and feel differently than you do. And be happy! And as Chris said: Happiness is only real if it’s shared. After completing the providential mission, the trip would continue to Anchorage, but this conversation with Sophie on the way back home would change everything. “Do you think I’m going to make it?” “You definitely will. I believe in you. However, be careful. ” “If I don’t make it, I’ll donate my motorcycle to the museum. ” “You should, yes. It’s a beautiful piece. I bet Angie would really add it to our collection. ” “Do you think so?” “Yes, yes, yes. You know that feeling when something starts with a joke and the object of that joke begins to germinate in you? ” “Little bear! ” “Thank you so much for everything.” I said goodbye to Angie and stayed with her mother. While she was cooking, something was also brewing inside me. I’m here with Angie’s mother. “Hello!” “Hello! ” “Good morning!” “Good morning!” Texting the person at the museum because I’m about to do something, I don’t know if it’s crazy or a great idea. I just wrote to him: If I donate my bike to the museum, would you accept it for display? How crazy! He says, “Wow! That’s an important question. I have to propose this to our acquisitions committee. We have another bike in the collection, so it wouldn’t be the first. ” “Do you have a belief?” “Belief? I believe everything happens for a reason. ” “Sorry… Okay, okay. I just got Angela’s message, telling me that the museum director thought it was a really good idea and that although it still needs to be accepted by the entire committee for a while, I should leave the bike there and that later on, if it’s accepted, it will be displayed indefinitely. If it’s not accepted, they’ll send it to Anchorage and I’ll continue with Plan B. So it seems like Super Supernova is going where it deserves to be. Somewhere where we can share what it means to so many adventurers to do the Ushuaia-Alaska. ” “Do you know why I’m still here?” “No.” —I texted Angie, telling her I wanted to donate my motorcycle. —And then, what did she say? —They said yes! Super Supernova, it’s time for you to retire. It’s time to say goodbye. I think I’ve found you a good place. I think you’re going to be where you deserve to be, exposed. Well, you’ve been exposed for a long time, to be honest, I couldn’t expose you more. —I didn’t tell you. I’m a lawyer. I studied law and never practiced. But if there’s one case I want to defend, it’s this one. I’ll help you. I’m very happy to have clearly felt this impulse, which wasn’t easy at first because I had other plans. The plan was to send the motorcycle to my favorite country to continue exploring it with it every time I went. And then I said: This is the place. This is the place! But in the end, Super Supernova… —It will live here with this bus. Forever. Well, the last stretch begins on top of Super Supernova. Let’s go! Let’s go! That’s right, family, these are the last meters I travel with it, the last stretch we make together on a white carpet that heaven has laid out for us. Heaven lays it out and man proposes. And I had set myself a great challenge that I was about to finish. Oops! How slippery this is! It’s pure ice! We’re going very slowly… Oops! I’ve fallen so much over the years that doing it one more time would even be poetic. But just in case it was pathetic, I allied myself with balance. Look, the boys on skis. I’m going to ask them if they have a snowboard for my bike. —Hi! Do you have a snowboard for my bike? —What? —Do you have a snowboard for my bike? I wish you did because it’s very slippery here. —I can have it by Monday. —Can you get it by Monday? Oh, I think I’ll be out of town by then, but thank you very much. Enjoy! It’s incredible, there’s no more epic ending than this. It doesn’t exist. I’m tempted, tempted by the offer that guy made me. He told me he could have the snowboard for the bike by Monday, but I’m going to keep my word and deliver it where it’s supposed to be delivered. Let’s see… Oops, oops, oops! Oops, oops, oops! Well, a man without his word is worthless. Just like traveling without a purpose, really, is not worth anything. It’s a skating rink, but it can be done. It can be done. If we’ve done more than 80,000 kilometers on this machine, we’re going to do the last ones too. It seems we’re approaching the place where Super Supernova will be waiting, which isn’t just any place. They’re going to temporarily assign her a very special place. We were here in the morning and we’ll be back this afternoon. Super Supernova will be waiting for her next destination… —Hello! —Next to Christopher McCandless’s bus. What better ending than this? —Hello! —This is my companion, Super Supernova. She crossed jungles, rivers, high mountains, valleys, many deserts… I went to many, many places, and somehow today she’s somewhat venerated in Latin America and Spain. She has stories everywhere. Every little scratch has a story behind it. But every good story needs a good ending. An ending that perhaps leads to other beginnings. Well, I think this is officially the end of my journey. What do I have to sign? —Just the contact information and… The process was simple, but the goodbye was complex. —Valuation of the object for insurance? Priceless. —That’s the thing. —Should I write “invaluable?” —You can, but the insurance company will want a real dollar value. —BMW F850 GS motorcycle. —I’ll take a photo of anything you’re going to leave in it. Mostly mementos, anecdotes, and many, many emotions. Sometimes I felt fear, other times sadness, frustration, anger… NO! But almost always joy, happiness, and above all, the freedom I dreamed of. With it, I learned to savor life in its rawness, the nomadic life, life on two wheels. —Okay. —Fine, let me scan it. I’ll get back to the acquisitions committee with the decision. —I think you can approach this with what many people do or try to do. With the fact that they’re planning and dreaming about this trip for years. Usually, this trip changes your life. The people you meet, the realities you see. It makes you evolve as a human being. I think that’s the best consequence of traveling… Of real traveling. It changed my life. If I can help other people take the step to start something similar, then mission accomplished. —Yes! We’re very proud of you and what you’ve done. and the extremely generous offer you’re making us. —It could be the beginning of something great you can create with the art that museums are and the value that time brings to things. So… —You poured your heart into this. —I did. —Here you are. The keys to Super Supernova. It’s yours now. Use it wisely. I know you will. Well, this is where it all ends in the most beautiful, most lovely way. It’s been like a carom of events, one after the other, and Super Supernova will be waiting next to the Magic School Bus, awaiting its next destination. Thank you very much, and until the next adventures. “In the end, you will not be remembered for who you have been, but for what you have done.” —We all live an unknown journey. We can choose to face the future and death bravely. Yes or no? —Yes. Yes, we can. Yes, we can. —Super Supernova was accepted and will soon be on view at the Museum of the North in Fairbanks, Alaska. With the support of The Great Spirit, all of you, and the people who helped me along the way.

Soñar es un deber indiscutible, un deber que se convierte en meta; y tras 7 años rodando en moto por América, al fin logré la mía. En este episodio termino el viaje en moto Chile – Alaska de la manera más inesperada 🚌

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➳ Hans Johnson – First snow
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