Figuratively and literally it really is the end of the world as we know it, after 18 months and 61,000kms of driving we finally made it to the end of the road, our trusty stead the Hulk can take us no further and this trip and our life living aboard our truck is also drawing to a close, so some of the excitement of reaching the world’s end was tempered by heavy hearts.
After taking the ferry to Tierra Del Fuego hours of featureless driving (ironic as its name means land of fire because of the colour of the trees during fall, and we hadn’t spotted a single tree) was finally rewarded by glances of towering snow-capped peaks. One essential stop before finally reaching the end of the road was Camping Hain, a campsite come art installation where we added our own addition to the driftwood signs made be previous travellers to this remote corner of the world
Ushuaia is the city at the end of the world, we arrived on a drab drizzly afternoon, and spent the afternoon wandering the rather underwhelming downtown, we did however find a restaurant serving local micro brews so all in all can’t be that bad.
The following morning we were up in good time and off to the Tierra Del Fuego National Park. We spent a couple of days wandering around the trails, unfortunately a few had not opened for the season. We were able to walk to the Chilean border which was denoted by an odd metal tower and a do not trespass sign, which for some reason amused me.
The last stop in the land of fire before we began the long drive north was to the King Penguin colony on the island. These guys are really tall standing over 1m, and pretty unusual as they only typically live in the Antarctic. We spent half an hour watching them waddle around before heading north.