Just a reminder to everyone, there is good and bad lurking everywhere.
7 months and over 7000km in to my South American exploration of Colombia, Brazil, Paraguay, Argentina, Uruguay and Chile, my journey has come to an unexpected and terrible end... for now
You see, I got complacent; I found a beautiful, wild-campsite, by Lake Villarrica, Pucón, Chile. The beauty was such, that I stayed three nights; swimming, fishing (unsuccessfully) recovering and preparing for the upcoming slog south to Patagonia.
I *forgot* the most important/only rule of wild camping...
Nobody should know your location.
Perhaps I misplaced trust in humanity after receiving so much love and kindness and nourishment from strangers, warmshowers hosts and friends of friends, of friends..
A few people on the beach saw me drag Peggy through the soft sand and into the trees, that is enough, for anyone who knows the area. Local knowledge is king. "Tourists" are prey.
This is what I did wrong, this is what I learn from, this is why my experience must be remembered, must be shared.