The riding down to Ushuaia has been nothing short of fantastic, the scenery has changed completely and we were now seeing snow capped mountains in the distance. We bumped into a chap we'd met in La Posta riding his Kawasaki Z650, a bike I used to own who was on his way back up. The road then ran alongside Lago Fagnano which was quite simply stunning after a couple of weeks of riding straight flat roads. It felt very alpine actually and the road then rose up to Paso Garibaldi and down a few hairpin bends towards Ushuaia where took the obligatory photos of our bikes next to the towns sign. We are now in the most southerly city in the world!
Er, the wrong Ushuaia, End of the World sign
We stayed at Club Andino, which is a great little campsite up the hill behind the town and is actually a ski centre in the winter. You can camp at the bottom of the piste or as we did, in the woods and there's a communal room with a fire and a stove to cook in too. Its very clean and well run however not for the first time, my guide book got it wrong and instead of 6 pesos per person, it was 12 so close but no cigar. And then followed one of the coldest nights I´ve ever experienced in a tent- brrrr...
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