Hosteria Posada de los Sauces Rio Grande

... like to see it! "Of course" I replied and hopped into his car for a drive down the "runway", a rough field that his brother (he did not fly himself) flew the Auster from years ago. A runway that had hosted a few other aircraft over the years, a DeHavilland Dove and a Porter. After a short drive we arrived at a small shed and inside was a complete, albeit rough looking Auster! He assured me the engine had been run and it was basically functional, although it did ...

... on dirt. At times this was very heavy washboard so not so nice. On arrival at the Chilean border post it was quite similar to the first, but here it was only Chilean control and we had to drive another 10 kms to get to the Argentinian post. Again a nice quick crossing. We actually carried on to the town of Rio Grande and found a campsite we could use for a couple of days.
November 1st – Just a lazy stroll around the town, not much to see, otherwise just relaxing in the vehicle.

Cert és que hi ha més Historia en un metre quadrat de qualsevol ciutat del món que en tota la envergadura de l'Estret de Magallanes. Expliquen més contes un parc, un jardí o una paret de Londres, Barcelona o París, que tota l'aigua salada d'aquell canal perdut en els confins de la terra. No és menys cert, però, que aquella història ...

... towards them. Also managed to double the number of photos that we had taken on the whole trip too. Today we hit Terra Del Fuego which means that we are getting real down south now....and it was our last day of big driving in the truck (not the original, but one that had to be subbed in to take us further). There is not much in Rio Grande, so despite the images from Western Movies it aint all that!

We crossed the Magellan Straights today on our way to Rio Grande - woooo!!!!. In Rio Grande we had the chance to put up our tents or sleep all together in a gym. Some out their tents up, but looking at the point that it was already 20:00 I decided for the gym. Rio Grande is a really **** whole - nothing to do, looking like a run down american ...

... order from me, I felt I would need it for tonight). Went for a walk looking for another shop with Woz, Jane and Tchoya and this only reinforced our opinion that this town was a shithole. I had to turn back as I was on cook before we found a shop too. Of course they weren´t back with the food yet so I took some pictures of the grey landscape. 930 is when we could start cooking. Over the next 3 hours Jeff and I did 3 bottles of cheap (.70 US fizzy ...

We crossed into Argentina again. The narrowing of the continent here and the uneven borders makes it necessary to pass back and forth between the two countries. Argentina seems to be more relaxed about things so the crossing was quick and straight forward. Gillie is legal again so no more hang ups. Rio Grande is a biggish port city ...

... had a crapy wheather and i ended up waking up late since i had a few drinks with my Austarlian fiend and went to bed until 4:00 am. I did take a boat trip to the end of the world lighthouse and to see some birds and sealions, no the pinguins don't like the cold wheather and moved north.

... Fuego, the Land of Fire, was so named as the indigenous peoples of this cold. wet and windy land tended to wear very little, presumably as they couldn't keep any clothing dry and therefore themselves warm so found it easier to wear nothing and warm themselves with fires which they lit everywhere even in their wooden boats. We spent the first days humming the REM song "Its the End of the World ...

... good factors. I grabbed my stuff from the room and threw it on the truck as it was ready to leave and we headed down to the port. Our boat (the Barracuda was taking us out on the Beagle Channel, where we heard stories of shipwreaks, saw the lighthouse and Southern Fur Seals and Sea Lions, as well as Commerants learning how to fly. We were back at the truck, after a lovely boat trip, by 1pm and most of us boarded to head on the long ...