I thought I had understood the concept of ‘windy’, but then I got introduced to the Patagonian Monster. The wind in Patagonia seems from another world - I could barely open the door, it was that fierce. Getting out of the car required special karate skills and bandanas for dust. I’ve ran after my baseball cap a few hundred meters after a ‘train’ knocked it off my head. Lakes transform into spraying machines, yet it only seems to rain with small rocks. The sky is a canvas, the clouds are the pastels and the artist is hard at work.