I've made it to the bottom end of the American world. I'm with Penguins, in a town that feels like Las Vegas. It's a stark contrast to the unspoilt feel of the countryside further north in Patagonia. Usuaia. The final destination for my trip.
I've slept in a few odd places on my journey. For my final night's rest on the approach to Ushuaia, I slept in a bakery in Tolhuin.
I stopped for dinner at a restaurant in Tolhuin, and after a good feed, I asked the lady at the restaurant if she knew of a hostel. She directed my to a house closeby that did not have a sign ouside but which offered bed and breakfast style accomodation. There was no availability there and I was just starting to think that I'd be camping for the night when the next door neighbour came over and said hello. We had a chat and he said that the bakery owner often put up cyclists and took me to meet him. The owner offered me the accommodation which was in the bakery storeroom, bunkbeds and a bathroom with a hot shower, free of charge. A generous way to finish my trip through South America and one which was typical of the hospitality shown to me by the Argentinians.
