Aires del beagle apart hotel Ushuaia

... We get a new roommate, Katy from Germany and we head out for pizza. Pizza in Argentina is close to the best pizza I´ve ever had. Possibly better then NYC! (sorry new yorkers). Katy is a spanish teacher in Germany and I know I can learn alot from her. My time in Ushuaia is up though and I must go. The morning I leave is sad and I cry. Love this special place at the end of world. I must make it back here. One day....

... alguns trilhos e os vagoes abertos eram puxados por bois. Depois o trem passou a ser movido a vapor mas ainda com os vagoes totalmente abertos e os trilhos foram estendidos.<br><br>Interessante tambem que os presos vestiam roupas amarelo e azul porque branco e preto seria boa camuflagem na neve. O presidio era um lugar muito cruel, desumano mesmo. Em 1947 foi fechado definitivamente.<br><br>Basicamente Ushuaia estah aqui por causa ...

... musty stench of moldy cloth mixed with a vile undertone from the cleaned but not "cleaned" toilet which sits exposed in the same room. (Is this a room with a toilet or toilet with a bed?) A room filled with decrepit furniture. A broken chair, lampshade-less lights, exposed wires, draw-less draws with pealing vinear, irrelevant paintings, 3 single beds with springs exposed, a T.V sits on top of the draw-less draws with pealing ...

... hours here was very similar to home and some of the streets too. Combine that with the weather and landscape it was all feeling very familiar. In the afternoon I went on a second tour out through the countryside of Harberton, (named after Harberton England), an estate given to English man Thomas Bridges. (Maybe this explains the cakes and tea?). We took a boat out to Isla Martillo to have a walk with the penguins ...

De boottocht was errug koud, maar vooral heel erg gaaf. Voor de gelegenheid had ik Lisenka ingeruild voor Anatevka (zie foto), precies zoals Vin haar naam nog herinnerde tijdens onze ontmoeting op koninginnenacht 2007. Ons zeilschip was een ex-Franse oceaanzeiler van 15 meter lang en het weer was, zeker voor locale termen, prachtig. Ik denk met de wind erbij dat de gevoelstemperatuur niet zo heel erg veel onder nul lag (alles is relatief he). Op ...

... devant le Canal de Beagle. La vie est dure parfois. :) Une fois arrivé à la fin de la promenade, en attendant le bus, un Japonais m'a demandé de le prendre en photo. Fatigué et avec les mains froides, l'appareil 'a échappé des mains, est tombé directement sur une pierre et a rendu l'âme sans rien demander. C'était un accident, mais comme j'essaie de ne pas être une peau de vache j'ai contribué au rachat d'un nouvel appareil. Vu les prix à Ushuaia, ça m'a coûté 500 Pesos Ar ...

... tomorrow there is an optional excursion to the Tierra Del Fuego national park, before we board the Russian ship Academic Ioffe, at 4:00 pm for a 3 week voyage to Isla Malvinas (for the Argentinans, or Falkland islands for the rest of us), south Georgia island, and Antarctica. We had an orientation this evening and it was packed. The mix of people going to Antarctica is different from what I was expecting. We have a mix of young ...

... we finished the trail and headed back to the hostel, we took a quick siesta. Then for dinner, we ate at a cute little seafood place with three of our new friends... Michael tried the famous king crab of course, and Marie ate milanesa (breaded chicken- surprise surprise!). The food was good, and the conversation was even better. All in all, it was a fantastic day.

... you'll love this place. Saturday Jan 17th START: 3306 km FROM: Caleta Olivia TO: Rio Gallegos FINISH: 4014 km Today sees an ambitious slog - 700 km down the coast to Rio Gallegos, our last night stop before Ushuaia. The first 120 km is a treat compared to what we have endured yesterday - rolling hills with clipped green pasture, blue skies and Atlantic ocean on our left following a yellow lined ribbon of black tarmac travelling south. With the temperature set just right, I ...

... so far al and lindsey are holding up well, and simon is mostly sleeping and complaining about not being able to taste even the spiciest curry available in buenos aires... the flight from ushuhaia was long, we landed three times, and a small child somehow was able to turn the entire cabin of the small, antiquated military plane into a sewage plant. simon immedeately stopped complaining about lack of smellers.