The end of the world is nigh!

Well we finally made it... from the middle to the end of the world!

(...and are completely over long bus trips!)

Our most southern destination is here in Tierra del Fuego (The Land of Fire), and Ushuaia... The most southern city in the world.

We didnt venture any further south as we were too scared we would fall off the world! (and the fact that we dont have USD$5000+ each for a boat trip to Antarctica!)

The bus trip from Purto Natales was (again long) and mostly uneventful except for a few hours delay sitting at each side of the border waiting for who knows what...

Also the customs guys laughed at us (racking up the chile/argentina stamps), since this was our 6th border crossing of Chile/Argentina!

The last hour of the trip was very scenic on the way into Ushuaia. It was like a fairytale christmas scene with snow dusted pines and a mirror flat lake with snow capped mountains all around. (Unfortunately there are no photos due to the bus windows being too dirty)

Similar to the ¨route 40/everythings closed¨saga, unfortunately we were a little early for exploring much of what Patagonia had to offer, so lots of walks were closed, the chairlifts were not operating and not many penguins had decided to come and visit either, (15 instead of the usual 15,000) so we didnt do the touristy boat trip either.

Thanks to the lovely Barbara and Patric, (the swissies we traveled with from Bariloche and split up only for the few days we visited Torres Del Paine) we had a delicious meal and hostel bed waiting for us, since they arrived in Ushuaia the day before. They had met 2 other swissies and together we shared our dorm room, day trips around the town and fantastic meals together.

About the only thing we did (apart from walk around the town and eat great home (hostel) made meals) was walk through the very muddy paths in the Tierra del Fuego national park. The scenery was nice, but was a bit of a dissapointment after spending time in Torres Del Paine, and seemed to be very pricey for what it was.

One sad, heart-breaking moment at this time, was Tim, losing his chulios (the black and grey beany with pom-poms and images of llamas from peru.) We retraced our steps, but failed to find it. :( ...RIP Chulios.

From here, with our time almost up, we needed to head back towards Buenos Aires. Luckily our spanish came in handy as we managed to get a cheap flight to Buenos Aires, saving 50+ hours on a bus for about the same price! (advertised gringo prices were about twice the price or more!)

From little mountain-side towns to a city of 14 million people... culture shock here we come!