Iʼm marking time here in Ushuaia, absorbing all thatʼs passed and wondering about whatʼs to come. Itʼs wonderful that when you expect nothing will happen, lovely people walk into your life, if only for a fleeting moment.....
A tour in a catamaran down the Beagle Straits...more seals,more cormorants,more penguins...
to Haberton Estancia - the first land taken up here by the son of an English missionary, Thomas Bridges; he became the “White Indian” and learnt the language of the indigenous peoples. A working sheep station until 1980ʼs...a six stand shearing shed with an old Lister engine....amazing old infrastructure..
I was befriended by a 14 yr old boy Ivan and his family, who was most concerned that I travelling alone, and couldnʼt understand the tour guide (and he wanted to practise his English!) ..... he shadowed me, translating for me...
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3rd January:
the day before I meet my next tour; decided to keep fit with a 12km walk in the national park.
En route to the bus, I caught sight of my “home” for the next 9 weeks.an orange 4WD ruck with Dragoman Tours; what have I let myself in for!!!!
The park is just beautiful, quite unspoilt if you can walk and keep away from the myriad tourist buses..
A revolving door moment introduces me to Cecelia, a bright redhead from Buenos Aires and we do the walk together.
Sheʼs a teacher and history student, especially Medieval and South American history. She speaks some of the native/ Inca tongues - they sound so musical. It really whets my appetite for Peru and Bolivia.
With her English and my very limited interpretation of Spanish, we even manage to have a conversation about Michael Mooreʼs film and 911 - the conversation takes a VERY long time!
... she shares her mate (hot local herbal drink) with me as we stare out across the mountains and the straits....
It was another chance meeting that you wish could continue, but my tour starts tomorrow... I have to catch that big orange truck!
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