I’d originally planned not to fly anywhere in South America until February when I’ll need to take a flight to the Galapagos islands, but the size of Argentina and Patagonia has somewhat defeated me and a deadline I have to make in Santiago just before Christmas. So I have had to book a few flights to link up my last few weeks down south. Flights on the whole are not cheap at all, but I lucked out with a very small cheap airline and I made a four hour flight to Ushuaia for the same price as a bus, (the bus would have been 28 hours!). The flight was fine, and I saw some beautiful landscapes flying. I arrived in Ushuaia to biting cold wind and I was very glad to have bought some warmer clobber in Bariolche!

Ushuaia is the most southern city in the world and was originally founded as a penal colony so that Argentina was able to lay claim over the land from Chile. It’s now the main port for expeditions to and tours to Antarctica. And as such it’s a pretty affluent small town and caters to the tourist with some cash. Hostels and everything in Patagonia are much more expensive then further north. And in my case my hostel in Ushuaia was not any better despite the high price! Really cramped dorms, only one person could move around the room at a time and no room for bags at all! I’m fast compiling my list of things I need/want in a hostel: Decent showers, strong wifi, lockers, comfortable bed, and an ok breakfast.

The other thing that was noticeably different was how long the daylight hours were, it got dark around 11.30 and was starting to get light about 4. My first day I took a catamaran tour up the Beagle Channel. The boat took us very near a few islands, with sea lions and cormorants. We then headed further out, passing the iconic lighthouse and to another island with a large penguin colony. We couldn’t get off the boat, but the catamaran could get so near to shore we were nearly as near them as if we had been on foot. They really are amusing creatures, and they weren’t shy at all. Guessing they are used to twenty odd boats rocking up to take photos everyday! Everyone else on my boat had huge cameras, and I was bit worried my photos from the point and shoot would not be great, but I’m pretty pleased!

The second day in the morning I wandered around, checked out the museum which is in the old prison. It’s actually about four museums in one, and aside from the flow not working very well on the audio guide it was interesting. It had sections on the cities history including the indigenous Yamana people, the prison, Antarctica, and the wildlife of the region. In the afternoon I took a late bus at three for a trek to a lake, I had thought I’d be on my own for this but a Dutch girl from my hostel was also doing the same trek. It was a really beautiful walk through some bogs, marshes, steep wood and up to a lake at the foot of some mountains. I felt like I was in the “Lord of the rings” with the marshes, woods and mountain. We’d deliberately done this trek late so that on our return we’d be walking past a beaver colony around six, which we had been told should give us a pretty decent chance of seeing them. When we got there we saw two straight away and then they disappeared. We sat patiently for twenty minutes and they returned and came really close to us even having a bit of play!

That night we went to a fish restaurant and tried the local king crab, no not a whole massive crab £££$$$$!!! It was a very good meal, and then we headed to the Dublin bar for a few drinks with some others from our hostel as it was Saturday night. I’m resigned to the fact that in these resort towns, the Irish bars are going to be my best night for some drinks and atmosphere. And in tourist destinations there is no getting away from tourists, so just accepting that off the bat and getting on with it is the best I can do.

Sunday I spent I the same way I would back home, recovering from a mild hangover and watched ten episodes of the American Office on Netflix. I do love my iPad!!!! I know it might seem a big wasteful to spend a day doing nothing but going and going all the time is really tiring, and you never really have unbroken sleep in hostels as someone is coming in later or getting up earlier. Also the amount of hiking I’ll be doing the next few weeks I needed it.

My final day I went to the national park. There is a small post office here which is the most southern post office in the world, and route 30 also ends in the park the most southern road. This was my first day when I did actually spend the whole day on my tod, and trekked for six hours. It’s was great! The first five miles are along the coast, and at times was pretty challenging, mainly due to the wet mud which made it pretty slippery, but it was also really steep in places. The trees in the park are being attacked by a bright orange fungus, and there were so many fallen trees everywhere. I saw a fox in my fist ten minutes which I was really chuffed with! And also quite a lot of birds. I know I sound like I’m getting very old and boring! At the furthest point south I could go I was on small cove on my own, just looking out knowing I’ll never be that far south again. My feet throbbed, but it was a really great day for me.

So I’m really glad I did make it all the way down to the land of fire at the end of the earth. Saw my first penguins, sea lions and beaver.