Northward Bound

The road south ends in Ushuaia, and, although there are some islands further south and, of course, Antartica, I'm not rich enough to explore them...so the road south has ended for me. It's all north from here (and maybe a little east and west, here and there)! So, in a sense, it is a very exciting prospect to be making tracks toward my destination (which I guess, in the end, is the US). I've only got 7500 miles, or 12,000 km left till the US border. Piece of cake...right?

Ushuaia was a lovely city flanked by the Beagle Channel, snow capped mountians and Chilean islands. I cought up with a good friend from my wwoofing days and we celebrated New Years with some Argentine P.H.D. candidates and an Australian travel writer...partying all through the night...which isn't that hard considering there is only five hours of dark. Also, while in Ushuaia I was robbed for the first time in South America, nothing too serious just a loss of sixty bucks or so...but we'll chalk that up as a first. Let's see what the tally can get to before I leave SA. On the same day, I found out that my wwoofing host from November (refer to earlier post) has been acused by another wwoofer for sexual misconduct and gross wierdness...the wwoofer has petitioned to the organization for removal of the farm and all. Exciting, I can't wait to hear the next chapter in this.

Tomorrow I (should be) jumping on a ferry and sailing through the fjords of Chilean Patagonia and making tracks to the north where summer is more synonimous with beautiful people wearing as little as possible...or some sort of fantasy as such.