By Rob Underill May 23, 2019
Travelling with your uke is interesting because it is a magnet for other musicians, especially other players. Warning, you will be mistaken for a violinist. I've met Kiwis with Kamakas and Samoans that want to talk about music and tattoos (my wife has some awesome ones). Hawaiian music and hula come up often. I met a guy from the Netherlands, turns out everyone plays there!
They don't travel with their delicate instruments because of FEAR! Trauma, accidents, heat, cold, too much humidity, not enough humidity, constantly planning around it. My KLOS goes where I go. No worries.
Patagonia is a breathtaking and inspiring place. The photos are phenomenal and still don't do it justice. The people are warm and friendly. I was warned that I'd never understand the Argentinians but I actually could! My Spanish, as always, is a work in progress. It got me where I wanted to go, I could understand conversations, and we were never served banana slugs and twigs when I meant steak and potatoes. I only slaughtered a few words and phrases (that I'm aware of) although some people seemed to think I was exceedingly funny when that wasn't what I was aiming for.
Our days started early, usually with a spectacular sunrise and a quick breakfast before hitting the trail. Each day brought something new and wonderful.
One day we passed by towering granite walls—the next, a steep valley through mountains with alpine glaciers that moaned and groaned and boomed like a thunderstorm.
We drank out of glacier-fed streams and the next day hiked across those glaciers. I even saw a puma ( I got the picture ) and nobody ever sees a puma!
Next it was showers, dinner, and pisco sours—the go to drink in Chile. After a long day it was so nice to peel off my dirty hiking boots and socks and slip into the music of my ukulele and the people it drew together.
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