Lives Lived Out Loud
This is the third in a series of posts on our January 2020 trip to Patagonia. Ah, good old January, just eight weeks ago when we only had to avoid impeachment news instead of other human beings and global economic catastrophe.
When last seen, Bev was determined to sneak a penguin out of Tierra del Fuego, name him Ferdinand (after the Spanish explorer Ferdinand Magellan), and provide him a good home with no threat of predators.
This is the second in a series of posts on our January 2020 trip to Patagonia. We joined 13 other intrepid travelers (including four friends who decided that they could stand two weeks with us) on the In Patagonia trip offered by Wilderness Travel.
After spending a couple of days in Buenos Aires, we boarded a flight to Ushuaia (roughly pronounced ooshwhy-yah) in Tierra del Fuego. Here is where I get to profess my ignorance. I knew that Tierra del Fuego was somewhere south. I also knew that it was somewhere cold. How did I know this? I surmised it from the lyrics of a Michael Franks song.
You got the nicest North America
This sailor ever saw
I’d like to feel your warm Brazil
And touch your Panama
But your Tierra del Fuegos
Are nearly always froze
We gotta see saw
Until we unthaw those
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