Places to go trekking nearby in South America

In Rio de Janeiro, mornings break with golden sunlight spilling across mosaic-tiled promenades and the salty tang of sea air settling on your skin. The city’s ...

Mist trails along the crisp air as you step out into El Chaltén's early morning quiet, the sky blushing pink behind the toothy silhouettes of the Fitz Roy range...

Light spills over the city from the Andes in the early morning, painting the rooftops of Barrio Lastarria gold and sharpening the crispness of the air. Santiago...

Cradled on the serene edge of Lago Argentino, El Calafate wakes each morning in crisp, golden light, with wind brisk off the steppe and the smell of wild ...

In Ushuaia, the wind is a constant companion, carrying the sharp scent of sea and the earthy tang of peat across this city perched on the very edge of South ...

The air on Ilha Grande tastes of salt and green—lush, wet forest breathing up from the hills, the scent of guava and wood smoke twisting through the morning ...

Paraty stirs awake in a hush, veiled by the smoky blue mist trailing over jungle peaks that tumble down to its cobbled lanes. Mornings here taste of briny air ...

There is a hush to Fernando de Noronha that catches you unawares—a softness in the breeze, the distant hush of rolling breakers, the call of seabirds floating ...

As morning mist retreats over Florianópolis, light spills golden across rolling dunes and endless Atlantic surf. There’s a salty tang to the breeze and the air ...

Ilhabela is an archipelago and a municipality in the North Coast of São Paulo. It is considered one of the natural paradises of the São Paulo coast, along with ...

Lencois is a small city in Bahia, Brazil. The city is very charming with cobblestone streets and many wonderful hole in the wall restaurants.

Ilha do Mel is an hourglass-shaped island just off the coast of Paraná.

Montevideo pulses with a languid, sea-kissed rhythm—morning mist curling off the Río de la Plata as locals stroll La Rambla, their pace unhurried, the salty ...

Narrow, cobbled lanes wind out from the old fishing harbour, their low lamps throwing gentle gold across surf-worn walls as the Atlantic breeze tangles with the...

Dawn in Mindo feels like stepping into an emerald world hung with mist, the sequinned hush broken only by the liquid call of tanagers and the distant burble of ...