The view from the backpackers hostel that I stayed in in Ushuaia. Over there is Chilé.
Ushuaia's main street
Typical notice in a backpackers hostel!
I took a trip out to a beautiful piece of forest on a lakeshore close to Ushuaia. This is where we had lunch - a huge “asado” (BBQ or braai).
Diego, doing the asado thing.
I can think of worse views that I've had while having lunch!
I went for a short canoe trip on a lake close to Ushuaia.
I went for a hike up a mountain in the Tierra del Fuego Nature Reserve with a bunch of Argentinian guys and a German woman and an Australian woman.
The autums colours were the best I have ever seen.
The whole gang.
That speck in the middle is me coming up the mountainside.
We had to turn back 1 km from the top of the mountain because it had started to snow and visibility was becoming quite bad.
Stopping for lunch in the snow.
I went for a swim in the ice-cold lake, as I usually do when I get the opportunity.
Cold as, bro!
This is what happens if you go hiking in a snowy peat bog with jeans and sneakers.
At the end of the world with Bianca from Germany and Nicky from Australia.
At the end of the world.
“What? You want to hike all the way up to the glacier, and that on a massive hangover? You must be crazy!” The snowperson was right, but I did not listen to it.
On the way up to the glacier above Ushuaia, which can be seen right at the bottom. We had begun hiking from way below the snowline and at this stage were more or less halfway up. More than we had bargained for!
This very friendly dog kept us company on the way up.
Not quite Sir Edmund Hillary.
Not quite my sherpa, but rather Gabriela from Brazil.
Nicky doing the last bit of clambering up to the top.
On top of the glacier. About one foot beneath that snow, it is solid glacial ice.
I tore my hiking pants sliding down the mountainside, but my arse was so cold that I did not realise it until some time later.
My Argentinian friends at the backpackers made a huge asado for a group of us. These Argentinians know what to do with meat on coals!
Doing the caveman (actually, cavepeople) thing.
The three musketeers of Freestyle Backpackers: Nico, Nicky and Nick.
Having a party right through the night before some of us had to catch the bus to El Calafate at 05:00 am.
I learnt about the Strait of Magellan in school, and then forgot about its existence until I actually crossed it by ferry on my way from Ushuaia to El Calafate.
A long distance bus driver getting his fix of maté, a herbal drink that some Argentinians and Uruguayans take all the time.
