Am I in… Canada?????



As my the bus makes its 32 point turn to pull itself clear from the tiny bus terminal, I can feel my eyelids beginning to feel heavy, as if they are bearing the weight of tiny anchors attached to each of my sleep-filled eyelashes.  I tuck the tiny white pillow the stewardess has given me into the thin space between my neck and the soft leather chair.  The bus peels through town and into the hills taking each corner just slightly too fast.  The headrest of my seat becomes a rocking chair for my weary head which sways from one side to the other.  As my eyes force themselves shut I realize that fighting the inevitable sleep is pointless, and I let my dream world whisk me away.

Patagonia Argentina

Entering Patagonia

After a couple hours of head nodding sleep I snap back to life and find myself asking a question commonly asked by those of us who are constantly on the move: “Where am I?”  Anyone who lives as a nomad has been in a situation where they’ve felt this way, usually it occurs in the middle of the night, and sometimes it takes turning a light on in the room to remember the answer to your “should be simple” answer.  In fact, most of us would be lying if we said that we’ve never once gotten out of bed to go use the washroom and walked straight into a wall, or have been left feeling our way around a pitch black room trying to find the bathroom that we some how misplaced.

A Mountain that looks like a thumb

A Mountain that looks like a thumb

I begin to scan the area through the glass of the window to search for clues.  The view reflected through my eyes furthers my confusion.  Rich green vegetation lines the side of the highway.  Tall pined trees and a variety of deciduous plants are deeply rooted into rich dark soil.  The full vegetation climbs its way up the inclined walls of graceful mountains which house spotted glaciers and well aged white snow.  As the bus climbs over a pass a deeply coloured lake finds refuge in one of the deepened cavities of the mountain landscape.  Around the lake, cottages dot the shores and boats sit harboured along the rocky beaches.

Dead Tree

Dead Tree

“Am I in Canada???” I whisper to myself under my breath in confusion.  I could swear that I must be somewhere in British Colombia.  As my mind begins to put the confused puzzle back together I come to the realization that there is no way I am in Canada.  My head begins to twist on my neck like a top as my vision darts throughout the bus searching for clues to my whereabouts.  There is a Chinese couple in the row across from me, that doesn’t help.  “No Fumar” is written on the doors ahead.  “Argentina!”

Patagonia Lake

Patagonia Lake

One of the beauties of traveling to new places is you never really know what to expect, and I never expected this part of Argentina (actually I was on the highway between Argentina and Chile) to look this way.  It does have me very excited to explore further.

Patagonia Mountain

Patagonia Mountain

As the bus continues through the hills and the valleys my eyes remain captivated by the beauty that surrounds me.  I clinch my camera tightly with my hand throwing it to the glass of the window at each and every single opportunity to take a picture free of trees, sign posts and street lights.  My head shakes in shame as I think to myself “how did I sleep through any of this?”

***Note: All the photos in this post were taken through the bus window.


Author: Brendan van Son

Author: I am a travel writer and photographer from Alberta, Canada. Over my years as a travel photographer, I have visited 6 of the 7 continents and more countries than I have any desire to count. If you want to improve your skills, be sure to check out my travel photography channel on Youtube . Also, check out my profile on . to learn a little bit more about me and my work.

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  1. Those are some pretty great bus window photos you’ve got there. I’ve heard that the lakes district looks like this! Spectacular! Is the weather nice? Can’t wait to get here in a few months. Enjoy Bariloche =)

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    • Hi, Thanks!

      Ya, the weather is brilliant, there hasn’t been much more than a cloud or two in the sky since I crossed into Argentina. When do you get down here???

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  2. Absolutely gorgeous photos! And I’m totally jealous you’re in Argie right now.

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  3. Great photos, you really wouldn’t think they were taken through a bus window! I think we have all had that moment when you wake up with no idea where we are, more often than not caused by a few too many shandys before bed!

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  4. Wow, can’t believe you made those beautiful photos through a window!

    Greetings from Canada, Fida

    PS: My toenails are all crooked because I insist on going to the washroom without making light. I really gotta change that 😉

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  5. Are you sure your bus had windows? they’ve come out great!

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    • lol… yup the bus definitely had window… and dirty ones too! The trick is to just get really close the the glass and never use your flash

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  6. In my previous life I worked for an advertising agency and if we need an outdoor summer scene but it’s winter in Canada we often go to Argentina and Chile to shoot as it looks so similar even Canadians don’t know the difference.

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  7. Amazing photos… I really want to go here now 🙁 Like the others, I can’t believe you got these photos through the bus window! They aren’t blurred or anything! Amazing…

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  8. These are some nice shots of Canada. I especially love the dead tree with awesome clouds and blue lake. Thank you for sharing.

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  9. Love all of these photos, especially the dead tree! I was on the same highway once, a while back, and recall there being a good amount of snow (it was June, I think). I suppose, though, that it’s truly gorgeous there any time of year!

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  10. Awesome photos. It’s weird what tricks the mind can play on us when we’re fast asleep. When I was a kid I was a sleep walker. My mother found me in some strange places!

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