March 8, 2018
50F - Showers
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to actually revisit Ushuaia, Argentina!
First time was in January 2013. Paula and I were heading to Antarctica and, as in
most Polar expeditions going south, embarked our ship here in Ushuaia.
With an overnight to gather the passengers and crew, we had time to wander
the streets, eat in a local cafe where I enjoyed the best veggie quiche ever, and
do a little jewelry shopping at the local craft market.
Flying in over the awesome Patagonian landscape, the return was like a homecoming,
and I was so excited to know Bob was going to share the experience of visiting the
southernmost city in the world!
A bus transported us into town. . . . . . . the only difference being the colorful swathes
of lupins were missing this time as the autumn season was about to begin so, sadly,
flowers were few.
A bustling port with steep streets and jumbled buildings, the jumping off point for
Antarctic trips, capital of Tierra del Fuego province, nestled between the snow-capped
Martial mountain range and the famed Beagle Channel.
We enjoyed the all too brief visit - but our ship was waiting. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . and we sailed away at sunset, through the Beagle Channel, catching the
evening tide, ready for the promised adventure.
Next time: Welcome aboard and sailing to Chile.