I could not stay away.

The magnetic Patagonian magic and unpredictability of life’s flow brought me back two months later, on November 25th, 2025. My broken hand fully recovered, and my doctors gave me full clarity about six weeks after my injury. A miracle in my perspective. The body is truly an impressive mechanism. I initially didn’t know how long it would take me to recover, so I canceled a previously planned expedition to Mendoza and said yes to a sailing adventure to Cordilla Darwin, that a friend invited me to. At the end of November, 6 people from different parts of the world joined to be part of an unforgettable journey to Patagonian fiords.

Chris, Jimmy and I traveled from Vancouver 12 hours after I landed in Canada, getting back from a European festival tour. I was exhausted but stoked to embark on our journey. There will quite possibly be the time in my future when I start slowing down, just not yet.

We traveled for five days straight. It took us three flights to get to Santiago, Chile. After spending a day there honing in the plan and visualizing the trip, we flew to Punta Arenas, where we spent the night. In the afternoon, the next day we embarked on a 30-hour ferry to Puerto Williams. The most southerly lying town before Antarctica. This is pretty much the end of the world. Had my friend not invited me to come explore, that place would not be on my radar as much as other spots in Patagonia. The Beagle Chanel and its fjords are stunning. Beagle Channel is a strait in the Tierra del Fuego Archipelago, on the extreme southern tip of South America between Chile and Argentina. It is a place where the weather changes every 15 minutes and you experience all 4 seasons in one day, almost daily. Summertime did not exist when we were there.

On November 30th we set sail West, from Puerto Williams. The crew got bigger with my friends Euge Tipaldi and Mia Noblet, creating a perfect energy balance on the boat. We spent over two weeks sailing around different spots and exploring the mountains. Looking out to Cordillera Darwin gave me a Himalayan feeling. Big, glaciated mountains with steep walls rising high above us, sitting on ocean level. Dangerous giants that don’t look very friendly from afar, proudly showing off their turquoise blues and making thunder with falling seracs. Mountains don’t look friendly from afar, but I notice as I get closer, the possibilities start to open. Like a puzzle, inviting me to solve it. To solve my way up and my own way down.

We did a few mountain missions, with unpredictably predictable ever-changing weather, which didn’t seem to want to give us a break. Unlike anything I have ever seen, the weather in that place is extreme. Extreme in a sense of instability. I like what John told us, nothing ever lasts. Not the nice sunny weather, neither the bad storms. Everything passes, always. Or was that a metaphor for life?

Well, somehow, we got lucky and did get to spend some time exploring the mountains. With a few mountain traverses linking various summits, one on Tres Brazos and the second one around Pia Bay, starring directly into the eyes of a dragon. Monte Darwin. It seems to be possible we passed some virgin peaks, but it’s hard to say. There aren’t many people exploring those mountains. Only the biggest mountains have some noted ascents over the years but it’s hard to find reliable information on them.

Once again, inspired to come back – with an idea or two boiling in my pot of secret projects, stored away for when I need new inspiration.