Travel Blogs from Ushuaia
... sandwiches. He obviously didn't like the look of the ham and cheese rolls we had made. Once through Chilean customs it was back on to a slow bumpy journey. A few hours later we eventually returned to a tarmaced road. For about 15 minutes we were making progress. But then the road stopped again. This time we needed to get a ferry so it was all off the coach to wait for the ferry. The ferry was entertaining for one reason ...
... the start - follow the trail with the name which heads across the town and just after crossing the river head uphill and once at a junction point in the Forrest where there is a sign- go left!). Its a nice but muddy walk and on a good day you are rewarded with a nice view of the city. There are numerous points to stop and return - we walked about twenty minutes after clearing the Forrest and took us around 2 hours each way from where the trail begins (by Hotel Ushuaia) ...
... the end of the world not knowing if we would return to this spot or when we again would see the end of the world at a different location. But now was a time to take in all of the majesty of nature that we could with our camera and our eyes. As we boarded the bus the skies begin to sprinkle as if crying in sadness of our departure. So off we drove across the dirt and gravel roads of the national forest, along the winding and narrow road to the paved highway that would return us to ...
... and finally a bit of snow approximately every 14 minutes. The only constant is the wind, it's like being permanently blasted by a cold hairdryer although I'm not so much working the glamourous wind tunnel look a la Beyonce so much as Wurzel Gummidge after a particularly unfortunate hair/combine harvester incident.
I did manage to fit in a few other activities in Ushuaia apart from crying at the prices of jackets and pushing my hair out of ...
... splash when I jump in
As it soothes my dry skin
When I dive underneath it's brightness
It seems to call to me with lightness
See the fish as they dart past
Yet they are too fast
All you get is a glint
Of shimmering scales as the fish sprint
I hold many things, sea grass and rocks
Of mermaid's hair you might find the locks
Or a piece of gold in the pirate's box
Within my depths you discover many things
Treasure is what my water ...