I went to a penguin colony outside Punta Arenas, Chile and captured these lovely creatures on film, waddling around in their natural surroundings. They are really amusing little things, rocking left and right as they traverse the fields and waterways of the colony, and every now and then, one of them seems to lose his balance, but suddenly manages to stay upright.
Easter Island is one of the most remote places on earth, situated in the middle of the Pacific Ocean far away from Chile (5.5 hours by plane) or from Tahiti (6 hours by plane). It is tranquil, beautiful and mysterious. The moais (gigantic heads carved out of stone) give the island an eerie atmosphere. They seem to be looking up and into the distance, as if waiting for someone to come (remember Chariots of the Gods?). Only a small part of the island, the town around the airport, has electricity and habitation. The rest is uninhabited, except by small birds, wild horses and a few cows. Because there’s nothing on most of the island — no electric or telephone poles, no houses, no hotels — walking along one of the many paths along the water or around the volcanic craters (see photo below) makes one feel calm and serene.











