The 8th of May is a date which I won’t forget easily. That was the day I arrived in the Chilean city of Copiapó, finishing the final chapter in the Atacama expedition 2016. In 36 days I travelled the 1700 km of desert, from the city Arica to the north of the country taking in a detour towards the salt flats of Uyuni.

One turn of the wheels after another, alone, with no support, with just the thoughts in my head (always positive) as my travel companions, I crossed the Atacama desert, one of the most extreme places on the planet. As I was already aware from planning the expedition, I was going to find some pretty tough conditions: with a diurnal range of more than 30 degrees, areas which hadn’t seen a single drop of rain in more than 200 years, altitude sickness, extreme heat and some stretches at more than 5000 metres above sea level.

But, as I always try to do, I made fear my ally to help me fulfil my dreams. It’s not in vain that my life motive is “don’t let anybody tell you that something is impossible if you really believe in it”.

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