Greetings from the southernmost Argentine town, Ushuaia, where we arrived yesterday by plane from El Calafate. Since Torres del Paine, we have been relatively inactive by our standards. The bicycles have now been dismembered - the wheels and other bits boxed and sent as air cargo to Buenos Aires and the frames are still with us in home-made (beautifully-crafted by Clive) cardboard packages. However, we haven't been idling our time away completely. In Puerto Natales we met Clive's second cousin Anne and her family, who run a cafe in town - a big hello to the delightful Lucas and Mica and many thanks to you all for your hospitality. And I spent a day in a different kind of saddle - had a fantastic time galloping around on horseback in beautiful unspolit countryside but experienced some difficulty walking for a few days afterwards ...
We have nine more days in Ushuaia before flying to Buenos Aires and we're going to do a 5-day trek on the remote Isla Navarino, involving a short boat trip across the Beagle Channel and a final return to Chile (the 4th and surely the last time we cross the border).
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