The End of the World

It's a weird sight to see snow falling in summer, but that's the reason I travel - to see unexpected things I can't see looking out of my window. It was the first snow of Ushuaia, AKA the end of the world, and the cold relented a bit. Being out on boats, going from island to island, has exposed me to more of the elements I would have liked, but it has made me develop a very deep relationship based on gratitude and appreciation with my parka.  I have stamped my passport with the end of the world stamp to prove I have been there (there's a bust of a historical personage at the end of the world... You'll never guess who it is.)
Tea is really good at Gaiman. Not much there other than tea houses and people who are quite proud of their Welsh background. Very proud.
The glaciers are spetacular, but melting. In less than half an hour I saw four huge pieces dettach and plunge into the turquoise waters of the lake. 
My transport is here and I have to go see more ice.
Love