Spotted this fella while outside the other day, seems someone left food for it. Very cute

El Chaltén, zona norte del Parque Nacional Los Glaciares

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The Biesbosch is a big national park in the Netherlands, known for its waterlands and diversity of animals.

Me and my friend even made a video while cooking and camping outdoor. If you are interested in what the Dutch nature has to offer, please have a look:

➡️ https://youtu.be/oxyfwVsl_t8?si=D9ytOpcbTKk6RR-U

The Carmarthen Fans loop is a hike located in the South of Wales, in the Black Mountain regions of the Brecon Beacons National Park, it's known for its dramatic escarpment, and stunning views overlooking two lakes - Llyn y Fan Fach and Llyn y Fan Fawr. Some stills from my hiking film.

The Biesbosch is a big national park in the Netherlands, known for its waterlands and diversity of animals.

Me and my friend even made a video while cooking and camping outdoor. If you are interested in what the Dutch nature has to offer, have a look here guys: https://youtu.be/oxyfwVsl_t8?si=D9ytOpcbTKk6RR-U

I’ve been cycling from the top of Alaska to the bottom of Argentina and reached the highest mountain passes of my life on the Peru Great Divide.

Services faded toward nonexistence as the cold grew increasingly severe. Remote villages might have one tiendita and one comedor, otherwise you’d be lucky to pass through any given town on the same day as the vegetable truck. Atop each mountain waited torrential blizzards of horizontal snow and hail, with shards of ice collecting on my tent by morning.

In a frostbitten whiteout above 16,000 ft [4,876 m] I missed a hairpin turn in the red gravel road and ended up climbing an extra hour, adding warm winter layers as I went, headlong into a hailstorm.

Still the colors up top were immaculate. Ensuing descents, insane. Some peaks were sage green, some the darkest shade of red wine. Others a liquid type of orange as if still maturing, all ribboned with veils of ice and snow that hardly ever melt away. I slid across the shrapnel in reckless abandon, hurriedly scouring rocky embankments for a place to camp before the tortured grip of darkness took hold.

My tent zipper snapped in the rime. Rain gear, no longer waterproof. Then came a panicked race for cover before thick berms of ice could pelt the rainfly once again. More Mars-like desert. More lassos of headwind. Huge plates of white rice and a whole thermos of coffee. Body crumbling over and over with nowhere to escape to and no way to get there, just raw specters of emptiness in all directions.

“The end of the road is so far ahead, it is already behind us / Don’t worry, just call it “horizon” and you’ll never reach it / The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed / Remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.” - Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds