Cumbres Del Martial Ushuaia

... the time I start to feel dizzy and ill. They make dinner and I canīt eat it. Ugh. Not feeling good so I lay down on the couch and donīt move for the rest of the night. I am bedridden for the next 48 hours. So much for fast and easy empanadas or was it the water? Not really sure. They were empathetic and the next day gave me a ride to a hostel so I could lay my pretty lil head down for the rest of the day ...

... Eles tem mesmo muita forca e o trenoh vai rapido. Nas curvas eh preciso deitar para os lados ajudando no balanco.

Passei o restante do dia no centro, caminhando na neve. Gostei muito do dia de hoje. Estou muito cansado pela caminhada na neve e com os bracos e pernas doendo mas valeu pena, foi um dia muito legal.

Comprei algumas cervejas artesanais daqui. Tomei uma delas, Beagle India Pale Ale, uma delicia. Fazia ...

... than I let on as I was forced to rely swim them both out of the rip and was quite honestly on my last grasp before my feet hit the sand standing. Days begin after waking from a hammock after a late night out shaking ya money maker (one's bum), few bowls of fresh fresh downed over a tonic of laughs of the night before, a walk or cycle to the beach before breaking out a caipirinha, catching the sun falling from the sky before ...

... 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 ...

... it's a tough life being an inflatable kangaroo! We were in seriously icy territory now, as I had gathered during the night, when, in addition to the now familiar creaking of the cabin, I could hear the thud and scrape of small icebergs against the ship, just outside my porthole. The zodiac made its way through water whose surface was covered with small ice pieces, giving it a soupy appearance, and ...

... interesting that the region is called Tierra del Fuego, land of fire, because when the europeans arrived, the yamanas has fires going all the time and in many places. The next day I hiked up to Glacier Martial with a crew from my hostel, Gailee from France, Will from Edmonton and Dennis from Hungary. It took almost all day to get to the top, but the views were worth it once we got there. The water is delicious right off the glacier.

... watching rugby as it was the first weekend of the 6 Nations. We almost managed to complete the joke and our group was 3 Scotts (us and an Aberdonian guy), and Englishman, a Welshman and 3 French folk in an Irish pub! The beer, Quilmes was good - shame about the results! We all met up the following day and due to the popularity of Spanish football in the Irish pub we ended up watching in the Casino! Again, good beer, shame about the result! Next ...

Well this morning, Marie and I had a 6 am flight down to Ushuaia, Argentina, the southernmost city at the very tip of South America. It is next to Tierra del Fuego National Park, which we will explore tomorrow. The approaching descent to the airport provided breathtaking views of the region. The mountains are all snowcapped and fantasticly dramatic. We are staying at a little hostel where we have already made a few friends ...

... myself enjoying it all for a moment. But then the wind picks up again and Ruta 3 degenerates into its usual 4:4 rhythm. A BMW GS (the ones that Charley and Ewan cadged) passes us going at 150 km/h and I know that both of us momentarily thought " Oh I wish that was me" as we chug along at a Clydesdalian 105 km/h. With 230 kg of weight versus our puny 147kg the wind seems to grant his bike some kind of immunity from persecution, so it's very easy to hold onto some horsepower envy ...

... 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.