Vastness. Nothing but great, endless vastness. When I think back on this journey, which we made four decades ago, the first thing that comes to mind is the beauty of the landscapes. The Rocky Mountains, the shimmering steppes of Nevada and Chile, the Andean highlands in Peru and Bolivia, and the Pacific stretching before Tierra del Fuego. Rarely in my life has the force of nature moved me so much as in these three months when we were on the road with two Golfs and a an iconic campervan (for supplies and spare parts).
Our group consisted of journalist Fritz B. Busch, Volkswagen mechanics Bernd Ott and Alfonso Barcelo, as well as engineers Peter Färber (Alaska–Mexico) and Wolfgang Peschke (Mexico–Tierra del Fuego). So we were six men, five of whom were constantly on the road together. Together we repaired tyres in the back of beyond, searched for sleeping quarters in the swamps, negotiated with border police, and recovered from risky evasive manoeuvres. Last but not least, we met a variety of wonderful people, some of whom I am still in touch with today. Back then, a trip like this was a real adventure – the roads for the most part were neither signposted nor surfaced, reliable maps were scarce, and navigation systems still a dream of the future. Despite all this, our two Golfs somehow managed to get to Tierra del Fuego unscathed. As the photographer, I was more than happy.
A lot of my travel photography work has been published in books and magazines. Some of it can be seen here for the very first time.