MAGALLANES REGION

Normally, he sets out with 5 ships and a crew of 270 people to serve the kingdom of Spain and Portugal, and only a crew of 22 returns. Neither the Macallan nor a trace of the ships remains, but his name remains, as far as the strait he crossed with great difficulty at the last end of South America, the state, and even the clouds of stars he looked at to find his way to this strait. Yes, the state of Magallanes and Antártica on the chile side, which is the farthest state from the world in South America, is called the province of Antártica, and we arrive on the north side via Tortel.

As always, we plan life in our own way, but at the same time, life continues to make its own plan for us. We have in mind to enjoy this region and explore as much as we can until the border gates are opened. Torres del Paine, one of the unique mountains of the Patagonia region of this state, the island of tierra del Fuego, known as the land of fire named after Magallanes, and many other unique beauties.

When we say that we stay for a month where we work voluntarily, is it possible for 6 or 7 months. They don't open the border gates, it's not enough 2. The vaccine is not saturated 3. When we say vaccine, we throw ourselves on the road so that we can take a breath and take a small tour. I don't know what to say or how to explain it. The Patagonia Region keeps people in itself with the cold of winter and the wind of summer. After the third month, my father and I started to have clear conversations and say, since we are imprisoned here, let's take care of these visa procedures. At that moment, I realized that this part of the continent is naturally isolated. It acts as a completely independent island within the continent. He has his own serious reasons for this, there is no road in the country without a passage to Argentina and it is very far from everywhere. Over time, I started to get a little startled when I started to see the self-imprisoned reactions from my father. At that time, when it had been 7 or 8 months since I came to the state of Magallanes, I found my father at the airport after the riots of "I have to return, this pandemic has started to tire me", "I miss the food of my hometown", "I will return, they will not open border gates".

In fact, I can never say whether it was good or bad. I am sure that he returned with the happiness of having made a special route to the continent like Carretera austral. We are happy with the feelings brought by memories in every conversation. Now he can make empanadas, for example. It just happened a little bit at the opposite time, the pandemic locked us down, but we still made as much progress as we could. Obviously, there was not much reason not to return after a small tour of Torres del paine park. Wait, wait, how far is this nerve gate, friend. It was probably the last border gate opened in the world.

 After my father returned, I wanted to learn a little bit about cycling first, but I found myself as a technical employee in a bicycle repair shop. I started to like it, so I worked for a year. I spent close to a year at Bike Service Patagonia doing bike maintenance, detail repairing, and everything a mechanic can do technically. I guess I'm very hungry in terms of learning and I can't control my hunger for learning as soon as I see that I will gain a technical ability, so I became a bicycle technician. Everything was very good, incredible friendships, beautiful friendships, details I learned, and I slowly started to get bored. We were just entering the second season, but I think it was time for me to do something.

I came across a new job posting, a salto in Torres Del Paine park, an amazing opportunity for me to work in the operations department of a hotel near Chico. What does it mean to work in Torres Del Paine national park or even inside the park? When I said visa document work permit, I suddenly found myself working as a hotel attendant. Although I had some doubts about my Spanish, I now understood it better and could speak more regionally or regionally. I was a little more chiliped. A terrible excitement seized me, I was going to come to the continent and work at the bottom of the mountain that did not grow for me. I was definitely tired that my dreams came true. I had to do the best I could and make those responsible for me happy with the best I could.

I didn't go in and out of the mountain, but I tried to do all the routes until I felt there wasn't much left for me to do. I was looking around the forgotten and closed mountain as far as the routes. At the end of a year, I had come to a point where it was necessary to specialize in a field, not as a pressure, but as a result of what I learned, that is, as a necessity. I came here by bike. In fact, I've ridden my bike around the mountain four or five times. I feel happiest when I spend time on my bike.

At the end of a year and seven months, the last route was a special one for rock climbers, also known as Valle Bader, in the mountains. This route was actually a decision-making journey for me. Was I going to be specific in an area on this mountain, or was I going to hit the road on my bike like I always do. The route was short. Although there was no map, it continued in the company of a friend whom I value very much. We were continuing the route, which was no more than ten km from the main road, with a serious climb. I don't like to say I like to climb because of the bike. After the first snowy day of climbing, we set up the tents and slept. I was warm, comfortable, in good spirits. My strength, energy, psychological and physical motivation were in place. It was morning, and we were going to get up early in the morning to watch the sun wash away with its incredible color on a huge rock that was nearby. I woke up very early, but I don't want to get out of my sleeping bag. I heard my companion's voice. If I got up and left, I could have a long story of rock climbing in front of me, I felt that way, because the sports that I sacrificed and suffered from were more attached to me. However, I came by bicycle. Rock climbing takes me in, draws me in, I'm sure of it, and I suddenly find myself doing this sport for ten years. Just like my desire to be on the road on a bike. I didn't want to get out of the sleeping bag, I didn't have that motivation. At that moment, I was completely sure. My bike was calling me to the road in insane terror. I worked on this incredible mountain for almost a year and a half and it gave me unique experiences. It was time for me to get back on track.