Here I sit at the end of the world. It feels a bit like Truckee in that it is a place dependent on tourism, surrounded by incredibly jagged mountains, but with a large body of water. But it is also a place of port, and navy, and working people. Here are photos, and a few comments. Ask me questions and I will try to respond. The Armada, aka the navy. Note the anchors imbedded in the grass berm. There was a whole neighborhood of these old, small, working class homes. Street art as only the Latin Americans can do Corrugated metal seems to be the standard building material And steep, snow shedding roofs. I always look for the old trapped in the new. Freddy’s. This was sort of like a chopping, but denser. And a local red IPA. Spring time in Tierra del Fuego
Adventures of an odd traveler, suggestions for slow walkers and those with limited mobility. And stuff about origami.