With our tour of the Beagle Channel from Ushuaia rescheduled from the night before, we packed on nearly all of our clothes (in hindsight, I should have added a t-shirt for a fifth layer) and headed to the boat. We got to test out our layers right away, waiting in the cold for thirty minutes for the boat to be ready (or the guide to show up, who really ever knows). At that point, I would have gladly added to the 19.5 kg I was packing around, if I had space in my bag.
Unsurprisingly, the trip did not get any warmer. We boarded what I would describe as a sport fishing boat, with three other chicas (girls), two from France studying in Uruguay, and one from Ecuador studying in Buenos Aires. Our first stop (and by stop I mean we did not actually get off the boat, just putted around) was at an island with a colony of penguin- like birds. They weren’t penguins nor were they related to them, but they looked like them. That was all I got from the guide’s description before the piercing wind blocked out any more comprehension.
Our next “stop” was another island where we saw, by far, the biggest sea lion ever. When I saw the size of the head, I suddenly understood why they were called sea lions. We also passed by a famous lighthouse, still being lit apparently by solar power. By this time, we had been on the deck of the boat for at least fifteen minutes, and we were ready to move on.
Heading back, we stopped and got off the boat on the largest island of the Beagle channel. It also seemed to be the coldest. We reached the top however, and were rewarded with a 360 degree view of the channel and the city. It was definitely worth it. Hiking down, the wind miraculously stopped, and I felt a degree of warmth return to my body. Enough so that I managed to learn that the indigenous inhabitants forwent clothing for the superior protection of blubber oil. Apparently the European influence convinced them clothing made more sense, and actually contributed to their downfall, as the clothing got wet and didn’t try easily. Thank god my clothing was dry!
The boat trip ended on a high note with glasses of red wine passed around, warming us up enough to make the six block trek to the hostel.
Love reading your blog sitting warmly by the fire place here in Trinity ! Gives me a new appreciation for your adventure!
Thanks Elizabeth! There are lots more to Come-Marieke
Nice to be able to follow your adventures. It’s about five hours to go until 2016. Happy New Year and safe travels.
Don’t you know it’s summer down there – just imagine the winter!
I know right? Crazy!