It´s just like home.
09.03.2009 - 12.03.2009 18 °C
I absolutely adore Ushuaia. It is not a big city, no. It is not the same kind of love I have for Buenos Aires, my beach ball mother. (What the hell are you talking about, you say. I will get back to you later on this.) As soon as my flight came into the vicinity of the tall snow capped mountains, preparing for the descent, I knew I´d like it here. And I was absolutely correct. You see, it is uncannily like.... back home... (Yes.. I had to come down to the end of the world only to find somewhere that was just like home.) The mountains look much like the Rockies, the temperature is between 10 and 20 celcius, the types of trees, the houses... the muskrats and the beavers..
True story. Canadian muskrats and beavers were imported into Tierra del Fuego here. They lack their natural preditors, they are thriving, destroying large parts of Ushuaia. Apparently the government gives out rewards per beaver hunted, but the reward is 15 pesos. Tidbit - a bullet costs 15 pesos. So supposedly beaver hunting is just done as a hobby. Ha.
Yesterday, I went to hike up Glaciar Martial. Took me almost four hours. In my defense, I started at the sea level and took the long and windy way up to the chairlift station, from which it was another 1.5 - 2 hour hike up the steep mountain.
I came down and sat at the sweet hostel sore and tired. I love this place.
- **Beach Ball Mother
I have been wondering if my irrational love for Buenos Aires is mostly due to the fact it was the first destination on this trip after a particularly stressful few weeks prior to my departure. So, I have been describing the situation using the analogy of chicks hatching and supposing the first thing in their sight to be their mothers, even if it´s a beach ball. So, Buenos Aires is my beach ball mother. (Ushuaia is my Patagonia beach ball mother, I think. More commonly referred to as The Beach Ball Mother Jr.)