After leaving Ushuaia, we had a day at sea as we made our way toward the Falklands. When I went to the Arts Café that afternoon, there was a bit of excitement: a bird had been hanging out on the terrace for hours. It was generally agreed that he’d come aboard while we were docked in Ushuaia and that maybe he wasn’t a seabird, so was stuck until we got close to land again.
I sat down several feet away in order to take some pictures. I also said hello and chatted a bit because, you know, manners.
As we approached Buenos Aires, our final port of call, we were treated to a spectacular red sun setting behind the skyline. We couldn’t have asked for a better view on the last night of our 5-week cruise.
We spent a couple hours wandering around Stanley, the capital of the Falkland Islands.* Continue reading
After a week and half cruising along Chile’s beautiful western border, we came to Argentina, my 6th new country on this trip. More specifically, we docked in Ushuaia, the self-proclaimed southernmost city in the world*, part of the Tierra del Fuego archipelago in mythical Patagonia. Its Fin del Mundo / “End of the World” nickname gleefully adorns signs and merchandise at every opportunity.
Our day cruising through the Chilean fjords started out cold and foggy, but a short-lived rainbow at 9am gave me hope that the weather would improve.
Our last port in Chile was Punta Arenas, where we chose a 12-hour excursion to Torre del Paine National Park that used up most of our ship credit. While it was very good, it definitely didn’t live up to the expense or the hype.
