El Fin del Mundo! Ushuauia & The Beagle Channel!

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We are now in the southern-most city in the world, referred to as ‘The End of The world,’ and a very different part of Patagonia. We are staying on the glorious Beagle Channel near the entrance to Tierra Del Fuego National Park (Land of Fire.) Darwin named this area Tierra Del Fuego because as he sailed up the channel, he was amazed by the sight of the hundreds of fires the indigenous people had lit for warmth and survival in this harsh, but beautiful place. As of today the Tierra Del Fuegans are essentially wiped out due to their contact with explorers and settlers.
Ushuaia is a place we had been before, for a day, before crossing The Drake Passage into Antarctica. We always planned to return and spend more time and so we are. Take a peek at this stunning place & animal inhabitants :

Taken from out our hotel bedroom window!

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Adelie, Chinstrap & some King Penguins!

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The stunning Albatross. They spend the first few years of their life at sea and return to land when they are ready to breed. These are massive birds, with huge wingspans and they are incredible gliders!

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About cindy knoke

I retired early after 27 years as a psychotherapist/mental health director (Cindy Barton LCSW) and moved to the outer limits of no-wheres-ville to a home I call "the holler." My closest neighbors are coyotes (packs and packs of them and they are HUNGRY), rattlers (lots and lots of them and they are MEAN), and free range cows/bulls (the bulls aren't too friendly either!) Forget cell phones. They don't work out here. Forget GPS, it misdirects. It's best not to wander too much out here, the people (and their dogs) are kinda twitchy. To reach the holler your turn right at the reeking chicken farm, down a bunch of pot-holed semi-streets/dirt roads, past the abandoned refrigerators and occupied old RV’s and then things get kinda dicey. My friends usual reaction to the trip to the holler is, “you’ve got to be kidding!” Or, “Next time let’s meet half way.” This is our little bit of heavenly Appalachia right here in rural California. I blog about traveling which I do about three months a year, cooking which I love, photography, usually of my food and trips, books, holler happenings, and anything else that strikes my fancy. Stop by the blog and take a peek. It’s safe. I promise. Cheers, Cindy

31 Responses »

  1. Have I told you lately how much I LOVE your blog! I always learn so much. After reading this, I’m going to do quite a bit of googling about the area you are visiting. It looks like you are having an amazing adventure. Thank you so much for sharing!

    • Yes, south of here is Antarctica. Most people leave from here. Temperatures vary considerably during a 24 hour period, during the day, mostly in the 50′s now which is summertime her…..And thank you for the kind comments!
      Cheers to you!

  2. Cindy, I love your view!! Talk about breathtaking :)
    Those cute little penguins. Love them so much!
    Has anyone told you how wonderful you are to be posting pictures while vacationing? You are awesome!!

    • I’ve always fantasized about the days gone by when the lighthouse keeper and his family lived in the lighthouses to keep them lit with kerosene. What an interesting life that must have been! Cheers to you Rebecca!

    • I do love moving through different countries and cultures. The cultural differences are as interesting as the places. New Zealand is so beautiful! I think it is closer to Ushuaia than anywhere outside of South America except for Australia which is the closest……so, why not plan a visit!!! Cheers to you my friend.

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