Views outside my Ushuaia hostel – Freestyle. The bay in front, the painting in the courtyard outside our room and the mountains behind the city complete with a cat on a cold tin roof. The cat doesn’t belong to the hostel…or is it true here as it is at home…the…
Following the trend, I regrouped with two couples at the port who were on yesterday’s trekking and rafting excursion for today’s engagement with the animal kingdom. Harberton Ranch was founded in the 1880’s by Tomas Bridges, an anglican minister/language recordist/rancher responsible for an interesting and involved slice of history that…
I can remember learning how to say “Tierra del Fuego” when I had an assignment to research the Portuguese explorer, Ferdinand Magellan in primary school. Fuego means fire and the way it rolls off the tongue reminds me of the gentle fanning of flames you breathe into a new camp…
As I sit here next to a roaring fire, wearing just about all the clothes I own, I can hear the ferocious wind whipping through the low buildings and across the town square out the front of my hostel. I’m also acutely aware that they breed them strong down here…
Today I booked in some brilliant weather from the fairy godmothers, packed a lunch and all my cameras and dressed like an onion. I caught a bus to Hosteria El Pilar just on the north of the national park border to venture the 5hrs hike back to town. All in…