The City at the End of the World

We have headed south to Ushuaia, the self-styled "City at the end of the World". It is the most southerly city on the planet and serves as the main port for Tierra Del Fuego, sitting on the Beagle Channel. A safe haven for shipping from Cape Horn.

We have been here since yesterday morning and have had a couple of visits into town and then a couple of walks along the forest trails. Nothing particular to report. The city is small, based around the harbour and the only words I can think of to describe it is that it remnds me of one of those wild west frontier towns in cowboy films, but with tarmaced street and cars instead of dirt and horses. The forest and the mountains behind us are quite typical of a Alpine scene with rugged, snow capped peaks and a treeline that stops abruptly half way up.

My apologies, but I am unable to upload any photos at the moment.

We are sitting in the bar having a sandwich and looking down on the harbour from our lofty perch. (The hotel is 280ft above the port). Our ship, the Island Sky, sits in the port below, waiting for us to go aboard in an hours time. It seems really small, about half the size of a cross channel ferry. Lets hope looks are deceptive and she is a sturdy girl when it comes to ploughing our way across to Antarctica.