After Punta Arenas the final 500km was targetting the end of the world or Fin del Mundo – what is better known as the most southern city in the world, Ushuaia.
Ushuaia is a large city with industry, harbour for both cruise lines and freight (and some leisure yachts), access to penguin colonies nearby, and then a massive tourist industry with hotels and restaurants – and the tour-guides selling everything from treks to boat trips to Antarctica (from 7.000 USD and up).
Road to Fin del Mundo was now through one of the most windy areas – constant 40-60 kmh sidewinds (or if lucky from the rear) – and landscape again changing to vast flats with low vegetation. Road was running along the east coast of Argentina next to the Atlantic Ocean. When entering the last part of Tierra del Fuego then the mountains, valleys and glaciers appeared again – and it was beautiful. Due to the ferry crossing from Punta Arenas, I needed a night at Rio Grande and had read about the local motorcycle hostel. Right, done and no need to visit again – very local, fun but slightly out of my “comfort zone”. Heavy rock, too much beer, etc. So survived and have put a check on this.
So moving on early next morning where the winds are slightly lower, along the eastcoast and Atlantic Ocean towards Ushuaia. This was also my mothers 80’th birthday, so made a stop and called her. A local family joined me – small silver fox with three cubs begging for something to eat, so they came so close to me.
The last stretch into Ushuaia offered some unexpected treats – some that I needed to skip and others that the lense captured with grace.
And finally – entering Ushuaia and getting those pictures that everyone is driving to this point of the world for.
Next day was time to explore the area a bit visiting the national park Tierra del Fuego to the east of Ushuaia. Again if time permitted a spectacular place to trek the mountains and fiords – so beautiful. The NP also holds the worlds most southern official post office – so a few will recieve a postcard from me posted here.
In Ushuaia an old prison has been converted to a museum for both the prison, maritime and antarctica – so many posters and stories so spent 4 hours there.
This was my turning point – no more southern roads to cover ! Now besides enjoying a couple of days here, the rest of the adventure is heading north again. I now have two weeks to return to San Antonio and deliver the bike for the transport back to Denmark.
