Cabanas Tierra Mistica Ushuaia

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... Luckily this was false so we were able to go to Ushuaia, in the Tierre Del Fuego National Park, and the most Southerly city on earth, it would be rude not to. <br><br>The second part of the trip was a nightmare. Chile extends across the bottom of the continent so we had to go through customs 4 times to get to Ushuaia, in Argentina still. Chile customs officials are also a bit harsh so when Ang neglected to declare a couple of bananas we thought we could be ...

... Bar. So, the Antarctic adventure is over, as we head into Ushuaia port in the mauve dawn light... it is only ten days since I departed from this dock, yet it feels like a lifetime ago. It is strange to look through the porthole and see land which is green and not white, to see the lights of a town, and to know that I am returning to "civilisation". I feel as if I have been somewhere as distant ...

... the first inhabitants here hundreds of years ago, and were a nomadic race living out of their canoes, and lived naked, despite the freezing temperatures, covering themselves in seal fat to keep warm (brrr!). The climate here as you would expect is cold, going from sun, to snow, to rain and back to sun in the space of an hour or two (sounds a bit like Melbourne!). We spent a day walking through the National Park here with ...

... crowded when we arrived, but the tour bus left, and we had the place to ourselves. Had sandwiches and soda and crisps - then ice cream - and returned to our car.<br><br>Drove to the end of Hwy 3, remarking on all the places that looked familiar. Paused at the Green Lagoon to visit the mirador, admire what we are sure is a beaver dam, and take a photo of Paul, Keegan, and Kyla looking like drunken pirates.<br><br>From the end of Hwy 3, we took a path off the main boardwalk, to a beach on ...

... Fluss und kamen an Bib**dämmen und Bib**weih**n vorbei. Als wir am Abend an einem Bib**weih** vorbei kamen sahen wir auch schon zwei Bib** h**um schwimmen. Gegen acht Uhr haben wir das Zelt in einem Wald in d** Nähe eines Wass**falls "Salto de Azul" aufgeschlagen. Am dritten Tag machten wir eine Erweit**ung d** Route die an einen grossen See führt, an den Lago Fagnano. Wir dachten diese Erweitung sei einen Tag mehr. Wir hatten gutes Wett** bis jetzt, wir hatten wirklich Glück. Es hat ...

... see the word Malvinas mentioned, of course the Malvinas is what the Argentines call the Falkland Islands, and they still see the islands as theirs, and many of the memorials to soldiers who died in the Falkland conflict proclaim that they will be Argentina´s once more. Whilst still liking the English, it is something that they feel very strongly about, and seeing the various memorials around this town does make wonder why England still wants control of some Islands ...

... was destroyed, presumably being pulled behind the airport trolley for kilometers. Both backpacks were soaked, presumably being left under the rain in Rome for the whole night. After the necessary paperwork at Alitalia office we arrived in the hotel at around 12:00pm (or so we thought, see below), hung all our clothes around the room to dry, arranged a taxi lift for the airport for 5:00am and went to sleep half dead. We ...

... thought I'd be climbing the steps up to it myself. <br><br>We did the usual photo call and tried to basically cover as much ground as we could in a short space of time.<br><br>All too soon we had to get ready to go back to the ship. We were on the last zodiac back! All in all a magical experience to be at the bottom of the continent and in such a remote place. <br><br>Back on the boat it was time for breakfast and ...