If you haven’t already guessed, I’m already back home… in fact, resting in a condo in the Colorado Rockies near Keystone. Here are some black & white images of my last day in Patagonia from the streets and from the plane.

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Images from Ushuaia on my last day in Argentina, and a long journey back home.

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A leisurely hike in Tierra del Fuego National Park, accompanied by Carole from Bern, Switzerland.

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Too tired to write today. Partook in one of those mass-tourism cruise and bus rides, but it was worth it for the limited time I have in Ushuaia and the surrounding area. Getting tired and hiking tomorrow, so I’ll keep this list short and dry:

Spying on Cormorants
Trying not to smell sea lions
Paparazzi-style on Magellan Penguins [...]

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I heart Tierra del Fuego. I couldn’t break out the big gun (the Nikon D90) to take photos of the archipelago upon our descent, so I had to do my best with the iPhone built-in camera. Enjoy.
I would have gladly traded my 3 nights in Bariloche, for an extra 3 nights in Ushuaia – even [...]

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“Te gusta mucho Bariloche?” taxi driver asked. (Did you enjoy Bariloche?)
“Si! Me gusta mucho,” I lied and smiled. “Es muy linda… (when it’s not raining),” I added in English.
“De China? Japon?” he asked where I was from. I’m not sure why it does, but I am always offended when every “foreigner” asks me whether I am [...]

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I found myself taking photos of the rain drops frozen to the window pane. “Am I really this bored?” I’d ask myself. Simyon caught me in the act, and started to laugh. There is absolutely nothing to do in Bariloche when it rains.
(Warning: The remainder of this story is somewhat vulgar.)
This hostel has a remarkable [...]

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My legs burned trudging uphill. The climb was steep, and visibility clouded by thick snow that fell sideways. I looked down at my black soft-shell jacket now patched with white. Snow flakes melted and stuck to my chest and arms like dust bunnies to velcro. A car honked, a stray Lahsa-apso lapped water from an overflowing [...]

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I felt like a rodeo cowboy on a bucking bull, as I gripped the handle bar with my left hand and aimed (or tried aiming) for the toilet with the right. My shoulders alternated banging between the narrow walls, and my feet shuffled to stay upright. The toilet closet was located at the back of [...]

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Everyone has a favorite word in their non-native language. Jack´s was ¨hardcore¨. Jack was a solo world-traveler from Amsterdam, who has been traveling since August 2009. He recounted stories of his travels in southeast Asia and South America, while I took note for my own future aspirations. We shared itineraries.
¨So why did you choose to [...]

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