Ushuaia: It´s Del Fin Del Mundo As We Know It...

... but we feel fine.

We rolled into Ushuaia after crossing the border, taking a ferry across the Magellan Straits, then booked into our last hostel and went out to have a final drink together.

Most people were staying on for a few days, so saying bon voyage to one other - often several times, as we kept passing in the streets and bars - was too long a goodbye, and made me feel sad each time, as it had been such a great trip. I immediately missed Kim and Steve, showing us the way in such a strange land, and will have so many happy memories of them both.

Happy couple...

...always ready for beer...

Just before we were asked to leave the sports bar, for dancing

Just before I was awarded the Most Handsome Man prize - a welcome can of deodorant

Kim, Pam, me, Phil and madamoiselle Ariane

After the highs of Torres del Paine, glaciers and wild camping, Ushuaia itself wasn´t much to write home about - an upmarket Grimsby maybe, but we did have a lovely boat trip around the bay, seeing seals and cormorants on their own little islands. Our guide, local girl Paula, was 21 years old; it was her first day on the job, but she made the trip for us.

Paula

Imperial Cormorants at home: foul-smelling creatures

And then, one more drink with Pam and Phil before they hobnobbed off to another fancy restaurant; the missus and I went for an early bed, ready for a 5am start on the bus to Puerto Madryn via Rio Gallegos, Comodoro Rivadavia and Trelew.

Nice.

FFS, get over it

The rain was coming down for the first time as we left, and the weather had certainly turned for the worse. After being blessed with great weather - against all odds (and forecasts!) - for 23 days, Patagonia had shown us everything we had wished for, and much much more.

Now, northwards and sunshine...