B & B de las Artes Ushuaia

... in a Gentlemans club with an arrogant english guy. When we got in he told me he would translate if I wanted. I declined. When we were drinking a beer he started kissin a hooker, and then turned to me and said ´That was free, a perk of speaking the language.´ and he walked off to another girl. The girl he kissed then told me she was a man. I laughed right in the chaps face and left.<br>

... a lot like a ski resort town (which it is in their winter). <br><br>We then trekked back and settled into our toasty warm hostel for the evening and watched the Uruguay vs Argentina football game with the owners and some Argentinians. It was quite good fun, as Argentina had been playing badly and needed to win to qualify for the World Cup next year, as did Uruguay. Luckily, to the delight of a lot of the people in the hostel Argentina just scraped it!<br>

... you continually pour into the gourd to make the tea that you then drink. Everywhere you go at anytime of day you can see people sipping from their gourd, refilling their gourd with water from their thermos, or trying to get more hot water for the thermos. Lots of restaurants and stores have signs that say ¨Aguas caliente por mate¨. It is really funny! You can buy all kinds of fancy gourds, special straws, expensive thermoses, and lots of shoulder packs that hold your mate items. Long live mate!

... etc. there was a real sense of claustophobia down there, and i blamed this on my city roots... as soon as i arrived i want to book my ticket out... which i did however a slip of the spanish tongue made me get my dates confused and i booked a day later than intended..It was hard also as it is the place that people go to to go to antartica, and without a few spare grand it my pocket this wasnt possible.... i seemed to spend a lot of time waiting there ...

... shore, and glaciers visible through a rocky 'gateway' at the top of a hill. At one point I just sat on a rock, as long as the cold would allow, looking and listening around me, conscious that I would probably never again be on Antarctica, and simply trying to absorb and store as much of its silent, wild, isolated beauty as I could. And now I am back on board the MV Ushuaia... the Drake was ...

... crossing back into Argetina and following gravel road to the most southern city in the world, Ushuaia. We really wanted to come here to just see what was here at the bottom of the map we´d seen since we were kids. It is famed for plains that merge into rugged snow capped mountains and fjords carved out by massive glaciers from previous ice ages. We saw vast prairies with heaps of guanecos (smaller versions of llamas), rheas ...

... br>On the way out to the Park, we found the golf course quite lovely, were amused by hordes of school children on small bikes running a dirt hill obstacle course - Phys Ed, perhaps? Also drove past an old quarry with very photogenic, rusty equipment - although I have no photos to prove it.<br><br>Once in the Park, we drove to Lago Roca, to start our hike. (This had been the end point of our hike in 2003.) The lake is highly glaciated - and long. The trail is flat and goes through the ...

... ich jemanden d** int**essi**t ist mitzukommen. Auf dem Campingplatz treffe ich Valentin aus Frankreich. Ich **zähle ihm von dem Trekk und seine Reaktion lautet: "Yeah man... i´m int**ested". Also am nächsten Tag machen wir Vorb**eitungen und den Tag darauf legen wir los. D** **ste Tag war nicht sehr lang, ** endete an einem Refugio in dem wir die **ste Nacht schliefen. Am nächsten Tag ging es dann richtig los. Am morgen **reichten drei Belgi** das Refugio die den Trekk in umgekehrt ...

... the shops and bars, although the other roads have their fair share. Most people come here to visit the near by National Park, and to take various boat trips out into the Beagle Channel (Both of which we have done), and of course to say they have visited El Fin de Mundo! On our first day we found the best bar of our travels so far - Ramos Generales (so that´s where he went), is an old converted provisions store, and is very quirky indeed, still has shelves filled ...

... are called "Aeroporto something". - But they told us hotel "Aeroporto". - Boo! Somehow we managed to find out the specific "Aeroporto something" where we supposed to go. And then we were told to wait somewhere for the bus. We waited and waited and then another personnel came and told us to follow him. We were led at some other point to wait and then waited again. At some point one of the herd had the brilliant idea to ...