I struggled with the decision to go all the way down to Ushuaia.  On the one hand, it would cost a bunch of money, and I´d end up in a place with very little to do.  On the other hand, it´s as far south as civilization gets.  And so, I set off to see the End of The World.

After a miserable series of bus rides from El Chalten, I arrived in Ushuaia, with just enough time to check into my hostel and fall asleep.  The next day I set about exploring the town, which took far less time than I thought it might.  I visited the former prison, which now houses the Maritime, Modern Art and Penal museums.  Some interesting exhibits there, but the rest of the town didn´t offer much.

The next day, I set out for Tierra del Fuego national park.  And, like many of the other parks in Patagonia, it was absolutely stunning.  I took the obligatory photo of the end of highway 3, the southernmost road.  When I had hiked my feet sore, I headed back to town.

The next day I flew to Buenos Aires, and into the beginning of the end of my travels.