Oregon to Patagonia | A Journey by Jedidiah Jenkins

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I went to Uruguay today on a boat. For just the day. Walked...



I went to Uruguay today on a boat. For just the day. Walked around. Ate and drank. And came back to Buenos Aires after the sunset over the widest river in the world: 140 miles across, spilling brown water to the sea. Another stamp in the old passport. And more sore feet from walking down every road. #OregonToPatagonia #uruguay #colonia

The most common question I get about my trip is ‘why are...



The most common question I get about my trip is 'why are you doing this?' They usually think I crave adventure and hated my job, or rejected capitalism or America and the hustle. But no it's not that. It was because of two ideas that I read. One was from Malcolm Gladwell's book Outliers. He studied what makes people extraordinary. Like Bill Gates, the Beatles, etc. He came up with a catchy theory: 10,000 hours. If you do anything for 10,000 hours, you will become an expert in that thing. That seemed to be a common denominator in the subjects of Gladwell's book. Of course it's a catchy theory and probably not entirely true, but it certainly got me thinking: what would my 10,000 hours be? What would I dedicate myself to? And my answer was writing. That realization changed my life. I knew I had to get busy about the business of my calling. Then I read a quote, often attributed to ol' Benji Franklin. "Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing." That was it. I knew I had to do both. That was all when I was 27. And here I am four years and three tattoos later in Buenos Aires chasing it all down. #OregonToPatagonia #tenthousandhours

"So where is this restaurant again?" "You go to the flower shop...



"So where is this restaurant again?"



"You go to the flower shop on Arroyo. It's a beautiful flower and wine store. Walk in and you'll make eye contact with a pretty girl behind the counter. She will know you're not there for flowers. She will lead you over to the flower freezer, pull the lever and open the door, and inside there are no flowers. Just a staircase. You descend into the basement and it is a long underground tunnel. There you will find the bar with the best cocktails in the city and damn good food."



#OregonToPatagonia #buenosaires (at La Floreria Atl'antico)

Hair club for friendly men. #ceo #alsoaclient #OregonToPatagonia...



Hair club for friendly men. #ceo #alsoaclient #OregonToPatagonia #buenosaires

So my first insta-meetup went well. No one was murdered. Zero...



So my first insta-meetup went well. No one was murdered. Zero murders. #OregonToPatagonia #buenosaires #argentina

Went to the Opera alone. I bet I was the only guy in here who...



Went to the Opera alone. I bet I was the only guy in here who got a tattoo today. Also the only guy wearing denim on denim.



#myphoneautocorrectedOperatoOprah #itgetsme #denimdenimdenim #mariotheme #oregontopatagonia (at Teatro Col'on)

I am sitting in a bookstore/café and the ground is actual living...

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A quiet evening alone in a loud café. I feel most alone in a...



A quiet evening alone in a loud caf'e. I feel most alone in a public place, because the presence of strangers makes me aware of my self, and something of me watches me sit alone.



A heavy pour glass of cheap wine, my book, and a piece of paper to design the tattoo I'm going to get tomorrow. Life in Buenos Aires has to feel something like what Hemmingway knew of Paris. At least I like to think. And that's half the romance. #OregonToPatagonia #buenosaires (at Bar El Banderin)

My dad in 1975, in rural Alabama, on his way to meet my mom and...



My dad in 1975, in rural Alabama, on his way to meet my mom and fall in love in Louisiana... though he didn't know that yet.



The name of this little store called for a stop, and a state trooper came, as so many did, to ask about his backpack. Friendly astonished encounters with a man walking across America in the 70s. This photo is from the first article about the walk from @natgeo magazine. April, 1977. #awalkacrossamerica #aninspiredson #OregonToPatagonia

Love is bigger than labels. When someone just gets you.. You...



Love is bigger than labels. When someone just gets you.. You don't let them go. #buenosairesloveaffair #noh8te #OregonToPatagonia #argentina

"The axe forgets. The tree remembers." I love the city, but I...



"The axe forgets. The tree remembers."



I love the city, but I miss the wild.



The city tells you that everywhere else is boredom. The wild doesn't protest or argue, it just waits for you to know. #OregonToPatagonia

This is a person, dancing, suspended in water, fifty feet above...



This is a person, dancing, suspended in water, fifty feet above me. I'm still not over it. #fuerzabruta #buenosaires (at Centro Cultural Recoleta)

I went to #fuerzabruta tonight. It’s a full body theater...



I went to #fuerzabruta tonight. It's a full body theater experience, where it rains on you, the acrobats fly above you and break boxes full of confetti on your head. A giant clear floor descends with girls sliding across water, as if the whole audience is underwater. It is part Cirque du Soleil, part Sleep No More, part dream sequence drug trip. They drape a plastic tarp above you, then seal the audience in a bubble that inflates and the actors dance and flip on your heads. It's hard to show a 31 year old man something he has never seen before, that cheek hurting grin of wonder for an hour and a half. I am still giggling. #oregontopatagonia #buenosaires (at Fuerza Bruta)

Currently reading and currently drinking in a bookstore café in...



Currently reading and currently drinking in a bookstore caf'e in Buenos Aires. This guy writes like I hope to. #oregontopatagonia #books (at Libros del Pasaje)

I read somewhere that human intelligence developed in large part...

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Beonus Aeirs is lkie taht mnid tcrik, wehre tehy jbumle up the...



Beonus Aeirs is lkie taht mnid tcrik, wehre tehy jbumle up the letetrs but the parparagh can stlil be raed so lnog as the frsit and lsat letetrs of ecah wrod rimean corerct. The pepole hree are lkie taht. Tehy look baufetiul, but tehy are all jublmed up isnide. In ttruh, I guses all ctieis are lkie tihs, bcesuae all pelope are lkie tihs. #oregontopatagonia #buenosaires #argentina (at La Esquina de las Flores)

Coming soon to my future bedroom in LA. I just want to dive into...

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Most of my last year has looked like this. Crops and cliffs and...



Most of my last year has looked like this. Crops and cliffs and yellow dashes. And when the sun gets low, looking for the hidden thicket where a vagabond can hide. #somewherenorthofmexicocity @phillipcrosby #oregontopatagonia

Hunter S. Thompson, writing in Big Sur in 1961. I day dream...



Hunter S. Thompson, writing in Big Sur in 1961. I day dream about these moments. #oregontopatagonia

My reverence for the dead is equalled by my morbid curiosity. We...



My reverence for the dead is equalled by my morbid curiosity. We went looking for Evita's grave, entering a massive cemetery called Recoleta. It is a smashed together maze of ornate mausoleums, with 4691 coffin vaults in all. You can't help but get lost in the labyrinth of gothic death. I would say half of the mausoleums are abandoned or derelict and you can push the old doors open, hover at the fallen crucifix and long dead flowers, and peer into the lost and forgotten coffin rooms beneath each one. Dark tunnels leading to decomposing families. I am certain to enter is illegal. But my curiosity has more power than my propriety. #oregontopatagonia #recoleta #buenosaires

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My name is Jedidiah Jenkins, and I am on a bike trip from Florence, Oregon to Patagonia. I'll be gone from August 2013 - December 2014. Back in the 70's, my parents walked across America in search of themselves and the country they called home. My friend Phillip Crosby and I are doing the same, but all the way down to the bottom of the earth.

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