Ushuaia, the southern most city in the world; the climate seems to be cold or colder, windy or windier, and there are about 19 daylight hours a day here at the moment. I’m holed up here for a week, waiting for the next leg of my little adventure.
It’s a big port on the Beagle Chanel and looking across the islands, it appears to be just a drab windswept landscape; treeless, where little could live.....olive green and grey, with just a touch of bronze.
Wendy, Gordon (an hilarious Canadian /Hong Kong Chinese guy) and I took a trip in a little converted fishing boat, out to the islands, and they are bursting with life.
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| Our guide Carlos with 300yr old moss |
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| Our little boat on the left |
Huge colonies of cormorants and seals, surrounded by the most amazing huge floral kelp.
A hike over the hills revealed a burst of life and colour....
an extraordinary pallet of reds and yellows, orange, greens and grey......lichens clung everywhere to rocks, grew through ancient mosses.
The ground was covered like patchwork with hardy little shrubs of infinite colours and textures........
bleached driftwood washed up everywhere.....
A scramble down a hill side took us to a cormorant nesting site, their nests cemented impossibly onto the cliff side with iguano.
The end of the earth is a stunningly beautiful place, brimming with life.........
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