The True Story of Karl Bushby’s Walk Around the World

Patagonia didn’t welcome Karl gently. As he marched north from Punta Arenas, the wind became his first great adversary. It howled across the plains like a living thing, fierce enough to push him off the road and send dust into his eyes until they stung.

Some gusts slammed against him with the strength of a tackle, forcing him to lean into them like an invisible enemy. Progress slowed to a crawl. Yet, the vast beauty of the landscape, dotted with distant peaks and roaming guanacos, reminded him why he had come.