We made it to Ushuaia! After riding (and pushing) our bicycles 24.267 km through North, Central and South America we reached this windy, and cold city at the end of the American continent. And it felt good!
After being stuck in Villa O`Higgins for four days (too windy for the ferry to run) we finally got the thumbs up from the boat captain that it was time to leave. Early morning, out to the port, and we see for the first time why the captain was so worried about the wind. The regular ferry that holds 60 passengers and looks like a small cruise ship is broken, and our ferry was basically a canoe.
A massive landslide killed 16 people, burried half a town and closed the only road heading South. So we took to the water.
After what felt like 3 months of non-stop desert and pampa riding, we couldn’t handle the disappointment that the Argentinian pampas (very dry, dusty, hot empty landscapes) caused us. So after two more weeks of kill-me-now boring, stinking hot pampa (Nyle’s smelly feet were at an all time high, despite the foot deodorant) with sand blasting headwinds we boarded an overnight bus from San Juan to Neuquen (we still don’t know how to pronounce that name). And it was heavenly...
We made it! Our final country of the trip, Argentina was always the goal, the dream of crystal clear rivers, sky high mountains and cooler temps. It turns out our vision of Argentina hasn’t quite come true as the vast majority of the country is covered in sand and small bushes struggling to survive until the next rain season... Maybe we should do more planning, maybe we should watch less YouTube, maybe I should eat less cake, maybe.