¿SOPORTARÍAS ESTO? 😱Así es el LADO OSCURO de VIVIR VIAJANDO (y por qué seguimos) | Serie RxA Cap 5

¿SOPORTARÍAS ESTO? 😱Así es el LADO OSCURO de VIVIR VIAJANDO (y por qué seguimos) | Serie RxA Cap 5

Tell me, how far are you willing to go to bring that idea you can’t get out of your head to life? What are you willing to sacrifice to achieve your goal? Answering these questions can be daunting. I know, because almost seven years after starting this journey, we’re still thinking about it. And maybe it hurts to hear this, but I have to be honest: traveling isn’t for everyone. We’re not special, and our life definitely isn’t perfect. What we plan almost never comes true. Where do we find the strength to keep going when everything goes against us? This is a story of failure. No, my feet really hurt. Today we’re going to try to strip back our style to explain why we keep going. In the previous four episodes, we shared our beginnings from the ground up. How did this family come together? Why did we make the decision to leave the familiar structure behind, moving from the everyday to the extraordinary? We’ll tell you about our first experiences as apprentices in a new world, living in less than 3 square meters. How we survived a fire that nearly destroyed everything to be reborn and let loose in the wind. And how we evolved by moving into a 4×4 to answer the call to adventure. But today, you’ll join us as we cross the threshold, never to do the same thing again. A threshold that marked a before and after in this story. Stay until the end because we’re not just going to show you the landscape; we’re going to show you the potential of training in failure. All of 2022 had been intense, almost exaggerated. Imagine the year began in Mendoza, at 4,200 meters above sea level. Happy New Year and a good start to everyone. And 25,000 km later, as December arrived, we were about to reach our ultimate South American goal in La Guajira. […] Holy crap. What do you think of this sea? From what we’ve seen so far, we’re trying to decipher it little by little. It’s a super tiny town, mostly the ranches belonging to the Wayuu indigenous people. After a few days of good company along the Caribbean coast, the moment of truth had arrived: finally reaching the northernmost point of continental South America. A goal we’ve had since a previous life, when we were still traveling in the little Kangu, but we promised you a story full of failure. How do you see it? It’s high, around that guy’s knees. No, but we’ll pass if we go. Yes, yes. There’s the Toyota. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Let’s see. No, it’s fine. It doesn’t even reach the running board. There, yes, there it reached it! Get in. And this is where one of the toughest things we’ve ever faced begins. It begins with a stumble , a mistake that would cost us dearly. Now, from this point on, a series of unfortunate events unfolded that took us to the limit, pushed us beyond, and broke us into a thousand pieces. 1:30 in the morning in Valledupar, Colombia, we’re leaving. This isn’t the way we wanted it… The sky was collapsing around us. Needless to say, the situation we’re in. But not only that, no. Look at the clouds behind us. And as the seconds passed, desperation began to grow… when suddenly some angels appeared. Come in. Are you comfortable there, sir? What’s your name? Félix. Félix, nice to meet you, I’m Guillermo. Thank you very much for helping us. Shall we go to your house, Félix? Cornered by our mistake and unable to do anything else, we plunged into the bowels of Colombia’s indigenous capital and suddenly found ourselves enveloped by a painful reality of scarcity and abandonment. Countless times, complete strangers had invited us into their homes, but this time was different: because this family was saving our lives. We had to act quickly, but we couldn’t think clearly, and the urgency was making us stumble. In Uribia, we were the gringos. Our ship had died. We were trapped, and no one would come to the rescue. I’ve never met anyone who likes mate without having drunk mate their whole life. But you have to try it. A little at a time. It’s going to burn. Try it, try it. It’s bitter, bitter, and hot. You’re going to feel something, no! Without touching the bombilla. The days passed helplessly , and we were alarmed at not finding any solution, but above all, we were hurt and paralyzed by the hangover. The reality that surrounded us. The damaged Ducato weighed on us. In fact, we considered abandoning it and getting to safety ourselves. But we couldn’t make that decision. So we pushed through a crazy plan, an odyssey to return from the end of the world. Defeated and completely broken, but also relieved by the false hope of regaining control. We just hit the road. I can’t even look at my phone. No, you with your eyes straight ahead, okay? Hey, and we’re finally moving after nine days stuck in Uivia, in the Colombian indigenous capital, sharing time with the family of del Guajiro, the González Gonzálezes. We’re on the road again, the way we like it, right? But as we move, you can feel the air on your face, and the vibe, the mood, changes. The role of being our refuge was taken by Ali and his family in Valleedupar. The Terranauts arrived to save us from the toll. In two days, the Ducato was already in a makeshift workshop inside a private dirt parking lot. How was it all going to turn out? Awesome. 100% awesome. That’s it, that’s it. It was the best we could find in the area. The architects of the miracle. And luckily, they allowed us to continue living in our house. By this point, we were already feeling very low on energy and our strength was in reserve. We needed good news, but when we lowered the engine, the mechanics announced the worst. The day found us in Valledupar. We ended up here after more than 200 km to come and check the truck. The first cylinder never started, so we’re nervous like nothing happened. I’m laughing, but it’s because of the nerves. I’ll summarize because by this point, we couldn’t even turn on the cameras. Everything was getting more and more unstable. It was impossible to get spare parts in Colombia, and after exhausting all alternatives, we had no choice but to have Guillo travel from Valledupar to Buenos Aires, in what was his own odyssey. In five days, he went there and back, and with what he brought, they repaired the Ducato, and we went out to test it. We were so happy. We thought the bitter taste of the previous days was fading: After a month and a half, the Ducato roared back, ready for the roads. Hey, I’m very happy, but I know we also have to take it easy because, well, we have to test it, take it for a few rides around here until we’re calm. So we went out to celebrate in our own way, to film, to return to our work, to capture what we were experiencing. And that’s when something happened that finished us off. And it was here where a couple was robbed in Argentina. They just stole everything. They stole both our phones, they stole our drone, they stole a GoPro. If we had already recovered from a fire, if we had already returned from the end of the world, if we had already spent our last savings fixing the Ducato, were we going to allow a thief to interrupt our journey? Replacing it is what we have to deal with now, with the new prices, but I don’t know, $4,000? We were on the ropes and we were very clear that we wouldn’t be able to continue alone. No one does it alone. So we trusted that Rodando por Ahi was now much more than just the three of us, and we called on our Banda del Aguante… and the Banda showed up. Here in the Ducato, we have phrases, and one of them is that “luck is a friend of action.” If we stay still, we stagnate like water and rot. We ourselves designed and put together the designs for the T-shirts and calendars that were sold during those days of campaigning in record time. From breakfast at 6 a.m. until we went to sleep at 1 a.m., we devoted ourselves to answering every single message we received. My eyes are falling out , but it’s a tremendous help. It was a beautiful dance. Hundreds of people hugged us, uniting the pieces that remained of us. But as if a cruel scriptwriter mocked us, four days into the campaign week, danger appeared again. It’s the second time they’ve thrown rocks at us. Take it, dude, I love you as soon as you take them. Anything I’ll call you again? If they don’t do anything. They’re about to break my truck! When one of the officers admitted That they couldn’t do anything, we exploded. Like, no… there’s no… there’s no peace. Crazy, there’s no peace here. We understood that it only depended on us. 1:30 in the morning in Valledupar, Colombia, we’re leaving. It’s not the way we wanted. Yesterday at 9 at night, they tried to open our truck. Obviously, we yelled for them to react and leave, but from that moment on , every hour they passed by the truck throwing rocks… and in the middle of the night, we began to flee. Escaping like that was as horrible as it was necessary. We couldn’t take it anymore. That anger born of extreme fatigue, of injustice, of everything that didn’t go as planned, injected us with the strength we needed to plan how to leave this country of extreme trials as soon as possible . Well, we moved forward, we left. What can I say? My head is like this: with like 200 thoughts at once. Uh, no idea where we are. The truth is, we’ve made a lot of progress. Last night already. Well, last night… a little while ago, two hours ago, we were already almost sleepless, so luckily, this place appeared where we could sleep and be at peace. But anger is a fire that can destroy everything, and luckily, a reminder of love stopped us in the middle of the road. Hey, we were walking there, sort of checking to see how we’d continue and so on, and this beautiful family stopped us—I mean, there was no way around it—to show us their love, to send us their support. So we wanted to get it out there because this is what needs to be shown. This is the face of Colombia. We’re sure it’s the face that abounds, and the other side won’t ruin the affection we have for this land. So they are the representation that even in the worst moments, when you’re coming in so poorly slept and so on, love appears to say, “Yeah, come on, keep going, there are a lot of people making the return trip.” So, thank you! I wanted you to appear for this. Thank you. Thank you, blessings. I apologize for the circumstances you’re experiencing in our country, right? But let’s move forward. Lift your gaze. At the World Cup, you showed us what tough guys you are, driven to move forward, and you’ll overcome these challenges. Ready. We immediately understood the sign and, blessed once again, we began to find our balance. We took a deep breath and continued. At least this time, the three of us were back together. So, over the next few kilometers, we resumed talking about desires, about the beauty of this life we were building. We remembered we weren’t alone. We also talked a lot about Patagonia, about the solitary route, about walking freely for the joy of it. And there, a new goal was born, one that brought us peace. That’s how we were able to reflect on what we wanted for this new beginning and realized that the first thing we had to do was pay off our debts. That’s why we returned to Barichara. The closing ceremony that didn’t happen in La Guajira was when we visited the town’s fire station and thanked the firefighters for their dedication to service and love for the teacher. Remember us? No, it’s not a pleasure. It’s a huge pleasure, and for us, it’s the happiness we have left in being able to serve everyone, especially you. It was a critical moment, but thank God we were able to overcome it. And I’m glad to have you here at the institution again. Since, well, after all this mess, we returned to Argentina, the pandemic happened, and so on. One of the goals of returning to Colombia was for this, to have this talk and to tell you again. Well, I hadn’t had the opportunity to meet you, so thank you very much for your dedication and for helping us. You really made a difference during the most critical moment I’ve been through in my life. So, I really sit here and see if there was really any emotion, something that I feel, something that I’ve been left unresolved . And the answer is no. Uh, and I think it’s a good message because just as the church had to be rebuilt, just as I had to rebuild a lot of things after the accident, all the good and bad things that happen to us, uh, are things that happen, they are events that happen without any kind of judgment of good or bad. Uh, good or bad is how one takes it. It’s a question of: What do you do with that event that affects you? See below. Three years later, we haven’t hugged again. To end the year and begin the best, we embraced each other in friendship. Cheers. Happy New Year. In Bogotá, we met with some followers who represented all the people who were pushing us to emerge from the darkness and all this love that was waiting here in the plaza to shower us with. So , let’s take the next photo of all these people who came to see us to thank us because the love is truly so great, and it’s truly moving. You can let us know in the comments how it looks because I’m already testing out the new phone and it’s rolling around. We were able to replace our work equipment thanks to the band of endurance. We understood that the best way to respond to this selfless love was to finally overcome recent failures, learn from what had happened, and continue giving our best with our hearts in our hands. And a few days later, accompanied by friends, we crossed the border. Ecuador, Ecuador, Ecuador, Ecuador. We said goodbye to Colombia without resentment and with gratitude. Ultimately, the trials we encountered there have always recharged us . From that moment on, rolling around was transformed. Laducato was no longer the totem of our adventurous spirit, because after everything we’d been through, it had become crystal clear to us that we are the true all-terrain vehicles and that our adventure goes far beyond where a house on wheels takes us. Ecuador was the turning point; it was the place where we began to regain our confidence, where the desire to explore was rekindled. So we began to seek adventure. The Amazon showed us the way. Among peoples who live in communion with the land. Our curiosity was awakened. Painted and with native billuterí, I can tell you that right here behind us is a typical example of jungle houses. We must add the colors and designs. Red is the son, black is the father, white is the mother. Because nature has always been our supreme guide, and now it was also our medicine. In the river waters, we washed away our sorrows, let go of what weighed us down, and found our smiles again. In those games, the sparks of new madness were also ignited. What did you buy, Guillermo? A tun. That’s what it’s called. You won’t understand why I told you this in English, but do you plan on spending a lot of time in the water? Amazonian rivers or something. When we reached the coast, we didn’t have the money to rent a kayak, so despite not knowing how to swim, I suggested to Guillo that we reach an island riding on a truck inner tube. I can’t believe what we’re about to do, and even though it was my idea, I’m super nervous. We didn’t have paddles, but we did have absolute confidence in what we can achieve together. The lack of necessary equipment wasn’t going to be a limitation. He grabs my foot and pulls me along. We’re almost there. This was our baptism into a new kind of adventure. Let’s go. Our island is amazing. I think it’s the envy of many. We have white sand that doesn’t burn. In other words, it must be 12 noon, 12:10 if I’m guided by the god Phoebus. Once again, we reified everything we thought we knew. The water spoke to us about flow. The air taught us to breathe again. The heights gave us perspective. Seeing ourselves as small, part of the whole. Recognizing ourselves as part of the wonder, of a cycle that doesn’t need us, but still invites us to be. The earth revealed its secrets to us, the clay that molds itself, the dust from which we come, the stones that seem still but hold memory. This stone, sleeping in this place, is the legend that tells this about the stone and a crack. Everything around us spoke to us, and we, like sponges, listened to its truths. And the mother up to here. The mother. This is the mother. She’s like a vine. A vine. On the slopes of volcanoes, we recover our fire. I had to slow down and slow down because every time there’s an opportunity for the cloud to move away to see the summit, you have to seize it. So I present to you Cotopazi. I don’t know what it is about volcanoes that gives me a certain weakness, but look at this thing. Incredible. We hiked for pleasure, for the challenge, for the simple beauty of reaching places we didn’t know we could. We got lost in the fog, we found ourselves in the silence. These images look great, but truth be told, these adventures almost never turned out as we expected. Sometimes loose rocks or snow slowed us down, preventing us from reaching the summit. We completely lost the trail. We’re guiding ourselves, using the maps on our cell phones, to see if we’re getting there. Hey, the truth is, the path is getting pretty unsafe; it requires climbing. I don’t trust my shoes with anything, so, well, nothing. We’ll take a couple of shots there, enjoy the view a bit while the cloud cover allows us to. We smelled the wrong path, and the summit was out of reach. Toward or that direction? Oh, I don’t know. I mean, we have to aim for that one or go around it. Back, we have to go around it. We went around this one. For me, we have to go around it. Rock wall. There’s someone at the top. We’re 50 meters from the summit. I ‘m still really happy. I mean, 50 meters from the summit. Other times, it was our own limitations that didn’t stop us. Well, it’s around 7:30 in the morning. We’re 300 meters from the summit, but Yari is already super tired. The only difference is whether you can do it, whether you can’t, or whether you think you can. Come on, there’s the last stretch left. Are you going to be able to do it, Yari? Yes, but my feet hurt a lot. I feel guilty about that because I was going so slowly, eh, fighting my tiredness. Now I’m feeling like I’m in a terrible state of sleep. I told Guille to keep going, but no, he didn’t want to leave me. So, well, now I’ve started, and I’m staying here resting my legs while he goes to see what he sees, what he does. But what defines true success? If it’s reaching it, then we practically never reach it. But if success is not holding back, it’s ridding yourself of all doubt. It’s a reward. If it’s trying and testing how far you’re capable, then it’s a different story. And if ultimately everything depends on perspective, welcome to the learning of failure. We’re advancing through Peru. You can believe we’re in Peru. But, man, you’re going. When we entered Peru, we were stronger and more trained than ever, and we went further. We entered through an almost unknown border and immediately found ourselves in an isolated region, protected by the complicated geography. A different side of Peru that hides waterfalls that spring from the clouds. It’s spectacular and a spectacular ancestral wealth. Through routes through chasms, we reach immense valleys where communities still allow free roam. Stop by the cave, your panda over there. Thank you. Ask if you can cross there. Come this way. Excuse me. So, pay attention because here we reached a new milestone. Aha. An unthinkable dream that became reality. We immersed ourselves in the depths of the world. It’s like entering the jaws of the planet, into mysterious, dark, and damp caves. We arrive, and the chulo is as low as it is , it’s filled with mud. It’s very curious because the stalks have already joined with the stalks. At first, it draws our attention in silence, where we reinterpret light, death, life, the eternal cycle that runs through us. At this point, the river has ended; we can walk peacefully again, and we see another pile of remains. And we remember a wise witch who once told us that what is in one is in all. We came from there; it took us an hour and 20 minutes. During this time, Peru conquered us. Each of its valleys tells the story of ancient cultures where we learned to listen to the unspoken. A human head with feline features decorated the entire exterior of the temple, and well, the only one that remains in its original state today is this one we have here. Its complicated geography, far from overwhelming us, this time drew us in like a magnet, showing us the different and magnificent faces of Galla. Strength against any threat. Life is an adventure. Water, earth, fire, air. I’m tired. It’s 3 p.m. and the rain is merciless. Frustration. Hey, I think I’ll go back. We arrive. Joy. We must have been walking for about an hour now. The sun is killing us. Painful, but the walk is incredibly rewarding. Rewarding. So we advanced through our truly great homeland. We began to feel the lack of air. This was the highest point, and the place occupied, as if it were the one who stood up here, had a broad view. It wasn’t just anyone, but rather an elite, and so on. We were grateful for each person. It’s beautiful, not thinking about what each step, each mistake, would bring. But please remember that everything was perfect. The problems continued and will continue to appear. Life while traveling is intense. You have to stay awake. There’s no respect. It’s delightful. It’s a teacher. Look what a brilliant morning we have, and I came to take it for a walk through the entire park. We arrived and found a spectacular place, which is this one I’m walking through. We are in none other than the city of Hilo, but the tests constantly push you to your limits. Limits that if you want to truly live, you’ll have to break again and again. In Bolivia, for example, we made a serious mistake. After visiting the place where the Andean culture was born, we chose the worst route to cross the Andes mountain range. That unexpectedly wore us down. The arguments began to distance our hearts. Fatigue and frustration cornered us again, but they also taught us again. We were forced to learn to take breaks when there was nothing good to say. And for a few months, after two uninterrupted years of two videos a week, we stopped abruptly. Guess who came back? In October 2023, upon rediscovering our voices, we returned to sharing, but with more strength, more wisdom. And always grateful that you continue to be there from the other side. Although I feel quite rusty about not recording for many weeks, it is very important for us to emphasize our gratitude towards you, who throughout this time have continued to support us, are still on the other side, showered us with messages of love, support, and promises that you would continue to wait for us. So here we are , firmly renewing our commitment to give it our all. Completely recharged. We immersed ourselves in the wildest region of South America and Patagonia, as always connected us with the vertigo of the shadow. For almost eight wonderful months, we spun the compass between Argentina and Chile, and we didn’t lack wonder or drama. With a white front rushing in, it’s terrifying. Joy. I was absolutely speechless. I can’t believe it. Adrenaline and the occasional “you.” Ah. Ah. Ah. You’re silent. That’s what happens when you want to push the limits. We went in search of amazing encounters. The second watch begins for us. It’s 5:30 in the morning, and despite my whole body telling me to stay nice and snug in bed, I summoned the courage, we summoned the courage to get up, and we learned that if you’re patient and strong enough, Patagonia rewards you with its unique beauty. I think, I think, I think, it seems so. Oh, don’t you think the wild orcas were the best way to begin this stage of freedom. This time, in addition to wandering around with just the right equipment, we had an ace up our sleeve. Kayaking was the best way to go a little further and enjoy our time. Sometimes we scare the prefecture with our ideas, but what a wonderful opportunity to feel for a few moments part of these tremendous postcards. Oh, I’m not going to lie about that. We discovered that with me in charge, things didn’t go so well. Oh, no, I can’t, I can’t. Let’s go. But we still did a lot, from going out to sea and moving away from the coast. Say, two hours. Now what we’re looking for is to get a little closer to the coast. We even made trips of up to 60 km along the Río Cristalino. We crossed giant lakes. We overcame unexpected rapids. Go, go. Go, go, go, go, go. We breathed in the peace of letting ourselves go and entered marble figures carved by the wind and time. They are estimated to be about 5,000 tons of marble. It is impossible to talk about Patagonia without being overcome by the desire to return, without having that smile of a fool in love appear on our faces when we remember your landscapes that left us breathless, the impossible color of its lagoons, its rivers of icy waters despite the summer, the peace of its ancient forests, the free animals, Life in its purest form. And if we smile when we think of the magical places where we camped or the privileged views over our morning coffee. Imagine how we feel when we talk about our best adventures, like reaching the top of Mount Tar and gazing out over the Strait of Magellan like few others, or the three-day hike we accomplished in El Chaltén. When the challenge is difficult, it’s because the reward is enormous. So, welcome to the Three Towers viewpoint. This is one of the most coveted views in the world. So, if you’ve already come, it’s a sign for you to come back, and if you’ve never come, it’s a sign for you to come back because it’s absolutely worth it. Look at what it is. But if we’re going to talk about next-level adventures, we have to mention the daring 25-km trek we took for authentic fino sherry. A challenge of cold, fierce wind, and unexpected storm that tried to subdue us but couldn’t. A good decision. Come back. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Not entirely. This is our beloved Patagonia, the one that always gives us peaks. Silence and wonder, the best setting for sharing with friends, enjoying solitude, or challenging ourselves with family. With this tremendous view, and even with the horsefly factor driving us crazy, I toast, sister, to this expedition that ‘s going out there as best it can. This Patagonia is also for swimming. In almost eight months in the southernmost part of the Americas, we experienced it all. On the back of the Ducato, we traveled along paved and gravel roads, through crowded cities from which we escaped and more than once got lost whenever we wanted. We also sailed on ferries for just one. I was sitting here and stayed still, still, still, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. My house floating in the middle of the sea, and we were even able to enjoy a spectacular experience on board for five days along the hidden side of this region, which refuses to be tamed by roads. A few problems made us recalculate. It seems like all our goals and all the plans we had for continuing along the Carretera Austral are about to completely change. But at this point in our experience, we already had the tools, the patience, and the support network necessary to solve it. We’re heading toward Bariloche, where we have the recommendations of the best mechanic there is, who’s there. And if a problem has a solution, then it’s a situation. In mid-May, the bone-chilling cold forced us to head further north. But if you’re still hungry for more of those months and if you’re a lover of the purest nature, at the end of this video, we’ll share a special episode we dedicated to Patagonia. It’s a summary of all the experiences that blew us away and the eight unmissable experiences you have to experience at least once in your life. When we left Patagonia, we knew the farewell had begun, and it stirred our souls. So we faced the anxiety that comes with change, thinking about the last big trip we would make there. We set two must-see destinations and chose the longest route to get there. In Corrientes. We spent a few days with my father-in-law looking for dorado. You’re so young. You’re doing well in the heat, Jorge. Of course. And we even infiltrated local Gauch politicians. We crossed into Paraguay and traveled back and forth. Between the 10th and 11th centuries, El Renato del Perú, the Jesuit order, reached this area that was part of Spanish territory. Salto in the north. The Ducato broke down, but we quickly found the right people to continue. It turned out to be the oil pump that wasn’t sending pressure to the engine. We had to wait in the workshop for a day or so. We relaxed in Bonito, experiencing this type of tourism we never do. Hello. Uh, the kind of tourism with guides and timed tours that allow you to access the private secrets of the landowners. After a two-week hiatus, we entered Bolivia in search of adventure, and of course we found it. The Chiquitanía was one of the must-sees of this farewell. Seeing the sculpture like this, the madness of this sculpture, is thrilling. So I’m going to invite you to play. Let’s now show a couple of scenes we’re Watching. Stop the video, start playing there at home to see what you imagine is happening, and then we’ll tell you what we’re investigating. No, no, look at what that is. I hope you can be there, appreciating it. Imagine this with the sun, the sun’s rays coming in. There’s even more. Brill. I think one of the aspects I’m going to miss most about South America is being able to go out for walks without any other objective than enjoying the different environments we’ve seen, that we’re getting to know, and the different ecosystems. Uh, I don’t know if you see, there are already some ideas about where the trip will continue and so on. I don’t think this freedom can be achieved anywhere else. Near Santa Cruz de la Sierra, we looked south, and an invitation from the municipality of Zamayipatá took us to enjoy Bolivia with people who love their land. Taking advantage of your cameras, we thank you for your visit and also extend the invitation to you again, and to all those who haven’t visited us yet. We’re going to make the formal presentation of who will be our hostess on the tour we’re going to take here through the Maipayipata fort, because we have the honor of being guided by none other than archaeologist Eliana Maldonado, in charge of the entire site and the museum in Samipata, right? She’s always lived here, always, since I was born here in M. The truth is, it’s beautiful. Yes, yes. They told me you make coffee. Yes. And do you harvest it? Yes, I harvest it. Well, now you’ll tell me. Do you want to show me? I have passion fruit too. I also have a passion fruit plant downstairs. When I drink wine, of course, coffee, when it’s good, is best without sugar. It was the best way to end our short farewell tour of Bolivia. With a heavy heart, we crossed Argentina for a few days. If there’s anything to be accomplished in this indulgence, the last treats we have left in this little while were to eat a tortilla here in Purmamarca filled with pork shoulder. I ordered it with tomato, basil, and cheese, just to build momentum toward the big to-do that lay ahead in Chile. The magnificent Atacama Desert. Tense moments around there. 4,750 m as we ascend first gear slowly, but I’m a little, I mean, there’s no more gear left. We’re together. It’s either climb this or go back to Jojo. Again. We found ourselves in the middle of nowhere and everything at the same time. We walked through meteorite craters and enjoyed the most starry nights on the planet. We knew very well that these would be our last hikes together, and they were lived with that intensity. The journey never stops, never stops being a [ __ ]. Oh, with this view of the Pacific, which we don’t know when we’ll see again, we risked kayaking to some wonderful islands. We couldn’t think of a better way to say goodbye to our beloved Pacific Ocean from a South American perspective than by getting back in our kayak and hiking to an island. At one point, I was having such a hard time with the waves that I said, “Why am I going? It’s going to be the same view I had from the truck.” I felt seasick. I was there, sort of using a lot of mental power to not throw up and to, like, let the discomfort flow, to let it pass. But the truth is, these are the rewards that await after the fear, after facing a situation that doesn’t leave me personally comfortable. And from the coast, nature made us believe in magic once again. I’m dying. I mean, Tori just saw them. They were so close. Ah. Yeah. Agar, Guille, you saw those who are close. They passed, they wentssiped. The last few kilometers with the Ducato took us along the Chilean coast, and the high-mountain climate forced us to enter Argentina along the same route where seven years earlier we had made the decision to change everything. We reviewed how far we’d come and thanked Yara and Guillo from the past for their courage. We’re in Argentina. I think we should be in Argentina by now. We are. No, we’re not there yet. No, no, but the boss got lost. Ah, Well, we’re here. Now we’re here. Now we’re here. Argentine sky, Argentine soil. The sky that gave you birth. We’re returning, the last country of this American stage. We detoured to San Juan to hug and thank Javi Pato for so many years of support and friendship. And while he was looking after us in Tore, we tried out the last crazy idea in South America. Before heading to Buenos Aires, we’re going on one last great adventure, a crazy one. Our journey through the Anilta mountain range begins. The wind is making it difficult. The goal was a 5,600 m high peak at the worst time of year. Imagine how it turned out. It was practically impossible to reach the objective and summit the mountain. But despite knowing it was a guaranteed failure, we were able to test how far we could go. And what we gained for having tried was spectacular; this was the most extreme adventure of Rodando por ahí. Although we didn’t reach our goal, I believe the objective of how to complete this journey in the best way possible has been achieved. So I’m satisfied. Well, I understand that these have been super intense weeks, this farewell to South America that started several weeks ago. It’s a mark. Ah, it’s had us going all out. We’ve really gotten our fill of everything, and with this adventure we’re embarking on, eh, the truth is I think we’re taking each other for granted, we’re fine. It’s a good way to say goodbye to South America. No, no, I can’t take it anymore. The perfect ending. It can’t take it anymore. The perfect ending to six years traveling around our great homeland, South America, the South America of our hearts. We’re going to show a lot of this, but it’s time to explore new horizons. So, well, for now, today we’ll arrive at Ducato, and we’ll thank you for being on the other side, always accompanying us, leaving us messages with good vibes, being part of the band of endurance. Thank you very much. You know, rolling wouldn’t exist without you. Uh, second day of nonstop driving, and we’ve abruptly said goodbye to the mountains, we’ve said goodbye to the landscapes, so far away you can see, because now we’re completely surrounded by the cattle and crop fields of Buenos Aires. How are you doing? Fine, tired, I could do it. Long hours. Since the carrot isn’t on the other side, you don’t really have much of a voice anymore. It’s like I don’t even want to get there, and I have to get there early because we have to empty the truck during the day. So yes, I have to get there quickly, there’s a commitment, but I don’t feel like getting there. Of course, it’s like those moments when it’s an obligation, you have to fulfill it, but the reality is that we’d keep looking elsewhere. In November, accompanied once again by our beloved band of endurance, we found out who we’d pass command of our ship to. The winner. Where did she do it? I’ll turn the camera around and everything, but you’ve earned one for crap. Getting rid of the Ducato was part of a rite of transmutation. It was the necessary impetus to continue traveling toward the moon. Hey, we finally meet, but congratulations. They’re yours. Because as the song says, take a dream, keep it strong, pass it on, and then they won’t be able to take it back. This story continues. Starting with the next chapter, you’ll join us on the biggest leap since we were normal. The three of us alone, with no home to shelter us, we’ll cross to another continent with hearts full of dreams. And so, one day, these two kids who left Buenos Aires will be walking through none other than Rome, the eternal city. But once again, the plan will fall apart, and we’ll have to learn from failure. Once again, in the toughest challenges, we’ll reaffirm that we’re building the life we want to live, even if it’s not easy. This journey isn’t just about kilometers traveled or marked maps. We no longer see the route as a simple line to follow, and what we see in ourselves has also changed. We are the result of thousands of events, conscious and unnoticed, chosen and suffered. If we are the fruit of infinite seeds that are continually germinating, where did it really begin rolling around? Was it when we were born, when we joined? When we quit the office or named this journey, perhaps it was in the falls, that doesn’t matter anymore. The only thing The verb is important. So we decided to act. We went against everything we knew, against our own and others’ fears, against a system that wanted us quiet, individualistic, and disconnected. In that great leap into the void, we began to truly live, and so we embark on this journey that is life. A journey that transformed us, challenged us, embraced us, broke us, and we know it will continue to do so. Because when you search for something bigger, something that ignites you, you will fail. And not once, but many times. But if we fail, it’s because we try, it’s because we are proactive in our evolution. Because we don’t wait for things to improve on their own, but rather we go out and look for them. And the best thing about all this is that we don’t go alone. It doesn’t matter what lifestyle you have. When we truly understand that we are cycles, that we will be born, grow, and fall infinite times, that’s when we begin to be truly free. Because with each of those turns, we’ll end up propelling ourselves to places we never imagined. We’re not special, we’re not luckier, we’re not made of anything different; we simply decide to keep going again and again. We have to redouble our efforts and push harder than ever because that’s where the summit is already. And in that persistence, in that love of movement, we discover our strength, a strength we’re sure you have too. True success lies in daring despite the disappointment, the doubts, and the uncertainty. It’s in setting a goal and going for it against all odds. And yes, of course, it can be frustrating, but it’s also profoundly transformative. For us, there’s nothing more motivating than measuring your current capabilities and recognizing your limits so you can then work toward them, aspire, grow, and surpass yourself. So let’s embrace the failures that are part of the journey, enjoy the short-lived victories, and don’t give up to get where you want to go. Never forget that when you dare to be consistent with your true feelings, no failure can stop you. Only lessons learned and many, many stories to tell. So if adventure is out there waiting for the brave who will embark on it, what adventure will you go out looking for?

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