On day 23, I reached Patagonia, and it was my solo hiking adventure along the Patagonia trail. I found myself immersed in the breathtaking solitude of the wilderness. As I trekked through the rugged terrain, a sense of tranquillity enveloped me,

Under the vast expanse of the night sky, Patagonia transforms into a realm of pure enchantment. Bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon, the landscape becomes a canvas of silver hues and deep shadows. The jagged peaks of the mountains stand as silent guardians, their silhouettes etched against the luminous backdrop. The air is crisp and still, carrying whispers of mystery and tranquillity.

The Moai of Easter Island, mysterious and grand,
A testament to history, a story of a distant land.
Why are they here, their purpose I yearn to know,
Creators lost to time, their enigma continues to grow.

In the heart of the Andes, where mountains touch the sky, Lies a hidden gem, a lagoon that will make your spirit fly. Quilotoa, they call it, a name that dances on the breeze, A crater lake of wonders where nature finds its ease.

As I ventured higher on the majestic slopes of Cotopaxi, altitude sickness tightened its grip, rendering me weak and disoriented. Every step became an arduous battle against the thin air, draining my strength with each laboured breath.

With each passing hour, the anticipation built within me. Armed with a one-way ticket, I embraced the unknown that lay ahead as I wondered what extraordinary adventures awaited me in South America.

As the sun sinks low, casting a fiery hue, cattle emerge, a silhouette in view. Hooves stirring of dust, creating a dance in a twilight trance. The Mundari tribe chief, adorned in traditional attire and commanding an air of authority....

An early morning mist over the river at Majuli can be a breathtaking scene. The soft veil of mist wraps around the river, shrouding it in a mysterious and peaceful atmosphere. The gentle sound of the river breaking through the mist creates a calming ambience. The sun slowly rises, spreading its warm light over the island, and as the mist dissipates, the stunning beauty of Majuli is revealed.

As the early morning sunlight falls on the old man, he sits peacefully, engrossed in reading the newspaper. The warm rays of sunlight illuminate the paper, and shadows darken the surroundings, casting a gentle glow on his face and highlighting every line and contour on his weathered face.

It's hot and humid. Amidst the bustling crowd below deck, a father and his young son find respite on the ferry crossing the mighty river Brahmaputra. They are huddled together on the deck below. The little boy's weariness is evident, his small yawn a testament to the long day's journey.

The world is filled with scary, mean things. It's easy to be afraid. But even in the hard times, there's a lot of love and kindness out there. That's what Banksy is all about.

In the streets of Kowloon, a bustling metropolis comes alive under the midday sun. Amidst the urban chaos, a lone delivery man pedals through the city's heart. As he cycles through a building archway, a dance of light and shadow envelops him, creating a captivating scene.