The End of the World

Ever wonder where the end is on a sphere? I know!

The end is near!

King Penguins

Before we get to the end though, we had the most bestest ever coordinated ferry ride across over to even more penguins. Where glaciers and waterfalls were the daily dose before, penguins are now on the regular basis. Unfortunately i still don’t know how they taste.

King Penguins

The King penguins are different because of the yellow colors and of course they are much bigger. Problem is we were so far away and these things didn’t move a centimeter, I’m pretty sure they are made outta cardboard and we got ripped off. So carry on another 400km and to Ushuaia we go!

Ushuaia / Tierra del Fuego National Park

After a quick stop in a Carrefour, we went to the National Park for some camping. Pretty place, really green. You hear end of the world and you are thinking ice and glaciers, but was really more of a jungle and marsh, it’s not as far south as you think.

Scenic Camping, the end is around the corner.

If Sebastian is the Schwein Steiger than I am the Guanaco Steiger. We went up the Guanaco mountain at the end of the world to the top. Intense climb, only 4km in length but each km took over an hour, pretty much straight up. Half way had to walk through a peatbog, almost sunk.

Bob Ross was here
They say you can see Antartica from here on a clear day. “They” say a lot of things.

The Power of Marketing

So there are kinda two ends of the world, one which is in Ushuaia and easy for tourists to reach…

Marketing says here

And the other end in the National Park where Route 3 ends. Busses come here in masses for people to come and take a picture, all day long one bus after another.

I thought Alaska would be further.
Getting there at 7 am before all the busses means no lines for a picture of this. Gotta be kidding me

Where of course you can walk even further, now dubbed “beyond the end…”

There was a sailboat out there. Guess they fell off.

But of course, there is another town across the channel, just costs a lot to get there. And of course, there are even more towns further south, just a question of how easy to reach. It’s like the people that tell me they have been to Chicago and I ask how was it for them to reply, “oh, I only transferred at the airport.” Total d-bags. Well, now I’ve been to the end of the world… but just the sign.

The drive back was nice, just like the drive there changing scenery every 30 minutes. So many tour groups stopping to take pictures, we tried a few then realized once again, the pictures of anything just lessened the beauty of the landscape.

Looked way better than this
Need a memory imprint for my brain. My eyes take the best pictures for my soul.

Up next. Route 3 and never ending Penguins!

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