There's a flurry of bags arriving in the lobby of the hotel, ready for loading onto the ship. I'm going to go on a tour of the Tierra del Fuego National Park before we board ship this afternoon. The tour leaders have the fun job of standing guard over all the bags until we leave!
My bags and I have now arrived safely in Ushuaia, the southern-most city in the world. Despite having the smallest amount of luggage of the group I checked in with, I was the only one got stung for excess baggage charges. Still, at 96 pesos (about 30USD) it wasn't enough to really complain about, and the good news is that no-one questioned the weight of my camera bag.
I've met up with a number of members of the tour group now, including one of the leaders who I met on my trip to Spitsbergen, 4 or 5 years ago.
I've taken a small wander around town, enjoying the fresh air and now I've come back to the hotel to take advantage of the last little while of internet connectivity before heading off to sea tomorrow.
25 hours after I left home yesterday, and after a two hour delay in Paris, my flight touched down in Buenos Aires, and for the first time, I put my feet on South American soil.
This is my third visit to the southern hemisphere, but the first time that the shift in seasons has been truly evident. After all, when you visit Africa, you expect it to be hot and sunny, no matter whether it's winter or summer. This time, however, I left the leaves hanging on to the trees by a mere thread, and arrived to find everything in bloom again! There may have been torrential rain in Buenos Aires yesterday, but there is no sign of that today.
So, I went for a wander around town,
