Patagonia is more than a land of sheep and magnificent Asado al Palo (Patagonian BBQ). It’s also a land with a significant tradition, with people who love their land, and protect their customs. In Chile, in the Aysen region, two friends are working on a project that reflects how people live daily in a manner similar to that from more than a century ago.
We pulled into a small settlement; a place with twenty or so small houses concentrated together with a tiny store. I walked to the outskirts and looked at the land falling in front of me. I passed caged pigs and cow skulls lying in the dirt. On numerous occasions I’d read that Patagonia houses a ferocious wind like no other land. To quote Bruce Chatwin: ‘it is a wind so fierce it strips men to the core’. Trees stood ripped and battered at some angle; one side bare, the other clutching at what branches remained preventing them from being ripped from the truck. The tops of the trees bent and cracked as if in an invisible arm wrestle. They had struggled with the wind since saplings.