We rode about 25 kilometers of wet, but not slippery, mud, stopping to pay our entry fee of about $17 US. That’s a lot of money just to drive down a road and take a picture. So here it is, the “end of the road” at “the end of the world” on “the end of the world.”
|Us at the end of the road, at the end of the world on the end of the world|
About the time this one was taken the park ranger showed up and swished us away. I think understood though, because before he swished me away, I asked for his and his assistant’s picture.
|The map of the Province of Tierra del Fuego|
From the tour we took the other day, we found out that the reason this is called Tierra del Fuego, is when Magellan arrived in the straight, the native habitants had then shores on both sides lit by fires. If you ask me this should be called Tierra del Viento (land of wind). We took the short stroll to along the path to the top of a deck overlooking the bay. Here are a few photos I took.
|A map view from the south pole centric point of view|
|Looking out into the bay beyond the walkway|
|Looking back on the plank walkway to the parking lot|
|Me with the Argentinian Flag I won on the tour the other day|
Tomorrow we turn and head for home. It has been a long three months and a lot of miles, but there are plenty more miles and numbers of months that lie ahead.