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Tuesday, January 14, 2025

Argentina: The End of the World at Ushuaia

 

Ushuaia is squeezed between the Andes and the Beagle Channel.

     Our December 2024 Tierra del Fuego cruise began in Punta Arenas, Chile, and ended in Ushuaia, Argentina. We disembarked after breakfast on Friday, December 6, and stayed one night. That gave us one afternoon to explore the area. We think we made good use of the time. 

     If you go to the southernmost extremes in Africa, New Zealand or South America, you usually can count on seeing penguins. We saw African penguins nesting on a beach at Simon's Town, south of Cape Town, South Africa. And we saw little blue penguins swimming in the Pacific off Dunedin, New Zealand (as well as other penguins in a rehab center). But we saw none in Chile despite going as far south as Cape Horn. So on arriving here we booked a several-hour tour to an island penguin colony to see magellanic and gentoo penguins. The tour involved a long van ride with a group of young international travelers and a cold ride in a covered but unheated boat.  We could not get out on the penguins' beach, but the boat nosed in so closely that we got a great look at the birds. 

     Adventure outfitters in Ushuaia equip visitors who want to climb the nearby Andes. A host of souvenir shops offer mementos of visits to "fin del mundo," the end of the earth, as Ushuaia bills itself. Expeditions to Antarctica often start or end here, along with less adventurous cruises like ours, and there are plenty of restaurants and hotels catering to short-term visitors. We stayed at the Lennox, a short walk from the dock where we landed and close to everything anyone would want here. The "downtown" is little more than a dozen blocks. Our one dinner was at a parrilla (barbecue) place called La Estancia (the Ranch). It was the last of several parrilla meals we had during our weeks-long trip to South America, and I'll share with you that the anticipation of a parrilla feast is usually much better than the meal itself. 

     We left the next morning for a couple of days in Buenos Aires and then home to San Diego.

     Here are some photos.

That's our ship, the Australis Ventus, at right, after we docked in Usuaia. 





Tour companies at the harbor compete for visitors. We
found our tour to see the penguins here with one of 
several operators offering essentially the same thing. 












Bundled against the cold, our fearless group raced
over the waves to reach the penguins.

We passed a number of rocky islets going from a marina, into the Beagle Channel and
to the penquins' island. It was a misty, overcast day (which may be as good as the 
weather gets here) so these beasts weren't exactly sunning themselves but they were
napping and nursing their young. We live on the harbor in San Diego and there
are always California sea lions, such as these, somewhere in the harbor.
Nonetheless, it's always nice to see them since their presence
 implies that the envionment hasn't totally gone to hell.  
















These are megellanic penguins. There were dozens of
them on the island.

A gentoo penguin (notice it has orange feet and beak, unlike the magellanic) heads into the water.


















Another gentoo penguin decides to go swimming. 








Ok, let's all just act natural until these tourists go away.

This is a the marina where we got on the boat to see the penquins.













King crab (el rey de la centolla) is big in Ushuaia,
but it's also very expensive. We didn't bite.

Inspired by the nearby mountains, some builders in Usuaia 
tried for a Swiss look.










Parrilla restaurants, such as La Estancia, draw in hungry carnivores like me
by roasting whole lambs in their windows.


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