From Tucuman to Ushuaia, 78hrs of bussing bliss. Fortunately for us, even less than spectacular argentine busses (long distance ones) are a far cry more comfortable than Greyhound busses.
We´re right...there!
Will and Trev, about to cross the straights of Magellan
We arrived! (though we actually took this photo when we were leaving)
Brrrr...the city is cold
Riding to Ushuaia National Park. It snowed on us the tiniest bit during our ride into the park. It´s funny how the tiniest bit of snow seems just as cold as much more snow.
Trev reads some Bible
William sews a button!
Geronimo! (yes, I got wet)
and so did he
These balls were such great fun...at first. They have since become the bain of our bushwacking or even simple field-walking. As they dry, they get a lot pokier.
Bones?
Horsies!
Hiking with bones.
Trev paints a postcard for Meg.
Looking off the end of the end of the highway to the end of the world.
If fire didn´t look so neat, I don´t think we´d enjoy it anywhere near as much.
Good morning Ushuaia, we´re ready to leave!
Saying goodbye to Marina, an English gal we met on the bus-ride down.
Off, into the mountains.
Surprisingly, we didn´t even really notice the mountain pass we climbed. I think we were distracted by the coming rain.
Trev makes his contribution to the Argentine wet-lands.
Sometimes you gotta mix things up a bit.
Through wind and rain.
We stopped at an Estancia for the night, and they were nice enough to let us stay the next day too. They were busily taking blood from sheep to test for brucelosis.
The day we rested, there was a lot more wind.
Wading through arctic ocean.
The fine and amazingly generous folks at the estancia invited us for some meals and to join them for some soccer that evening. If there´s one thing we´ve encountered in our travels, it´s a ridiculous amount of generosity.
We woke early the next morning in an attempt to beat the wind.
Wee! There´s only a moderate head-wind...
Trev´s chain breaks, so he fixes it.
Time to get back on the road.
Fun with shadows.
It got really, really windy, so we didn´t take any more photos. Then it was night. Then...I don´t really know what. But, two days later we were crossing the frontier from Argentina to Chile.
I was trying to catch a picture of Trev´s green pig-tails flapping in the wind.
Water can be so many different and amazing colors.
When I saw this photo, I thoght, "Wow, that´s a cool photo, but couldn´t you have done something to keep my legs from looking stick-thin?"
Guanaco are a lot like llamas...but different.
Puerto Provenir is in sight! But what I like more about this photo, is that you can see how brown the water in the bottle on the back of Trev´s bicycle is. Yes, we were drinking it. The locals were too. And no, as far as we know, we suffered no ill effects.
It´s purdy.
Trev thought they were penguins...
Here comes the ferry to take us off Tierra del Fuego!
Punta Arenas here we come...
