Epilogue - I had a dream - Then comes a day and 9 months of adventure end in an airport. The trip is over but I still have much to learn. The little I have to say is that having lived this dream trip after having spent so much time dreaming of living this trip was simply fabulous. And dreams there will be others, while recognizing that this time if I wear attention to those I really care, they will one day become part of my life. So beware of my next dream, they will come true if I had decided!
The road ends after nine months of joys, sorrows, wonderful moments, days of abatement, cold, loneliness deep sometimes, but always this intense happiness in the thin layer of everyday moods. Minor ailments that was worth the effort. Go look at the bottom self when you have the strength to continue his bag again, and resume the road to happiness that comes with a small morning walk when the air is cool, calm and the runway peaceful landscape ... being carried by the wind. All small simple pleasures offered by the welfare, share a mate in the cab of a truck on the road between Rio Grande and Rio Gallegos, browse through the grass until the heat passes from the middle of the day, participate for a few days in the life of a family. All these encounters, the warmth of wood fire shared, drinking water from streams, getting lost in ancient forests, see Cape Horn, walking in the midst of the ruins of Machu Picchu, share the road with his brother, his parents and amigos, listen to stories of lives that would have never imagined.
page turns, and after that the trip was an end, now is the time it becomes a way for me and for others. One way to grow again, my little troubles into perspective, see things differently, transmit and share what I saw. Let's crack certainties seeing things as they are, understand that everything is more subtle and complicated than it seems.
I'm back with ambiguous feelings, my optimism has sometimes been very engaged by the extent of injustice and the impasse in which there are many men and women of this continent. The fatalism of the youth who understands how the world order, concentrating ever more wealth for a privileged few, leaving others to grapple with what remains. On the other hand my little pessimism also took a shot at seeing what people are capable of overcoming the dictatorship, silence, torture, exile, poverty and even death when the memory is well his work.
Here is a small part of what appears to travel, there is much more to say but it will be oral.
Finally, thanks course, and first for his good holiday before leaving with colleagues, family and friends. For these very useful gifts, binoculars that allowed me to find my way more than once, the harmonica for the long hours of stop and these two beautiful kitties, those of colleagues and family who have have bought this little camera for you to share a little of what my eyes were filled during these 9 months. A big thank you for the support of all those who helped me believe in this dream when a bunch of my serious doubts (I even happened to me sometimes, I can now admit it). Thank you to Carole showing me the way and pushed me at the right time.
visits gave me immense pleasure I said, so thank you Clem, my parents, Alice, Claire, Fred and Matthew have made the trip. Thank you to Fanny, Manuel and Stan, with whom I share the good times on the road, Amelia, Gustavo and Amos who have welcomed with so much good heart.
Then for any remarks as much encouragement, it appears that there was glad you like it. Yves Marie and thank you to my aunt Veronica to have a word file each time, one would almost enough to make another blog throughout your literature. Finally special mention for the head of my basic logistics behind me alleviate worries of many administrative, assured me of his unwavering support of its ongoing monitoring and my father.
I hope you have not tired with some repetition of "beautiful landscapes," "immense panorama", "incredible vision", "beautiful sky" ... my sentences with extension cords and once again my spelling mistakes. And if that was not the case, I'll let you know when I leave during the course for future readings. I was certainly happy to share this journey with you, to succeed some traveling with my stories.
Finally you will understand: Dream and dream still looking at the sky, let ripen, months, years, as it takes, and one day, take the plunge .. . it is more than worth it. One, two, ten at the end of the world or downstairs from you, for you, for others, do not keep too many dreams buried, life is too short and the world too big for that!
Thanks for your company.
Benoit ... Riders on the Storm
Adventure affects more than ever to an end but the magic continues each day ... And time is wonderful despite the approaching winter, ideal for camping. So I found this little camping SITE WELCOMES had my first night away. I felt the same kind of vertigo that experienced on this patch of grass that is 9 months. But this time was watching the progress and calmer than the first time and I remember doubting arriving after this trip, alone on this remote continent, suddenly realizing what it is have nine months ahead. 
Rest a few days I will certainly not spoil while waiting for the plane, I proceeded to Santiago, where I found Pablo bump in the subway. In addition to a good visit, I am entitled to one of his evenings in small family that I loved so much during this trip. I keep the minutes of the visit Metro and PCC for some stakeholders. I pass by Valparaiso that I found in sleeping beauty, numbed by an early winter, however, rather mild. The docks are empty door containers, cranes and the streets still seem to me very calm. But it's still the same powerful and magnetic charm that emanates from this city in any hills. Port night, she is full of life, even in the abscence of crew rest. I attended the other night at a jazz concert unforgettable, a copper line and a powerful bass more creative than in a bar in charming port. I take this, go around and fill you one last time to the unique atmosphere that reigns here. 
My Southern short nights are now very far, it's dark around 18 hours here in Cusco and it was thought at the end the world in a city whose name is a dream ... Take a bus early Saturday soiré keep this sad side to perfection. Neon mini bus bringballant gives everyone pallid complexions, we're constantly jostled by potholes. And here I am only three weeks after company, Claire and Matthew are en route to Lima. 
The trek to Choquequirao, although frankly sports worth it, we arrived after a morning walk well on the site where we were only 5 guests. While certainly not worth the ruins of Machu Picchu but those such calm and knowing that there is under our feet again 55% of the site clearing creates a particular emotion. Walking on paths cleared and just know that 2 meters beside, this vegetation is probably impenetrable walls supporting deck or entire buildings, and the thrill of the archaeologist in full discovery crosses your back. And then the Incas did not choosed the sites at random, again the scenery around us was breathtaking, waterfalls gigantic cayon unfathomable, snowy mountain range ... And Choquequirao is the unforgettable memory of the nap in the grass amid the ruins and in the shadow of this little tree, not a sound for an hour, it is really far from Machu. 
Then we leave Cachora small village in the Cordillera, wonderful simplicity and authenticity - it changes from Cuzco - after a nice ride on horseback at the time or disperse the fog, finally suggesting the snowy mountain range in glorious sunshine. 
arrived in late afternoon I drop the rather unique atmosphere of this small village before venturing into the desert in search of a place or camping ... good can not imagine my tent in the midst of gentle sand dunes for miles from any sign of life. Since my bivouac I still see the village and all that part of the desert seems to have been one day return Bulldozer in the hope of finding the precious saltpeter. 
