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Puerto Natales, Chile
December 31, 2004

Tierra del Fuego

Ushuaia

Flowers on the waterfront in UshuaiaWith itís location at the end of the road system in the Americas, Ushuaia lays claim to the position of the furthest south city in the hemisphere; for that matter, in the world. In truth though, the Chilean town of Puerto Williams, much smaller and just south across the Beagle Channel, is both further south and on a road as well, although you must get there by ferry. Of course you must cross the Straits of Magellan by ferry to reach Ushuaia too, but Iím splitting hairs here. Ushuaia has won the public relations war, and thatís all that counts. So we all take our pictures by the sign that says ďend of Route 3Ē and call it good. Alaska to Ushuaia; from the top to the bottom.

The city itself, with a population between 30,000 and 40,000, is a strange mix of last frontier boomtown and tourist trap. You can buy a new Chrysler or Honda car here, or at All Patagonia Tours book your passage on a Russian icebreaker to Antarctica. You can dodge logging trucks on Ruta 3 in the outskirts, while downtown on Avenida San Martin never be more than a block from a store that sells Kodak film. Hamburg Sud and Maersk Sealand containers jam the bustling port while cruise ships the size of small towns disgorge tourists by the thousands.

Ushuaia on the Beagle ChannelThis contradiction named Ushuaia occurs in an exquisite natural setting. Houses and businesses step up hills adjoining the frigid waters of the Beagle Channel, named for Charles Darwinís ship as he traversed the area in the 1820s on his way to the Galapagos Islands. Vegetation adorns the lower slopes, but gives way to snow in gullies and bowls as scree slides fall from jagged peaks. Truth be told, the physical setting is more like south central Alaska that any other place that Iíve visited. These are the Chugach Mountains that rise behind Anchorage, Whittier and Valdez, and the young, wild and sharp Talkeetnas, just north of the Matanuska Valley. To be sure, Ushuaia is in a beautiful spot.

Itís the beauty, certainly, but more surely the ďend of the roadĒ allure that brings long-distance motorcycle riders here each year between Christmas and New Year. This is a tradition of some years standing now; and one that seems to grow as time passes. By Christmas at least thirteen of us have arrived, although another two riders are in town that I havenít yet met.

Ricardo, on a BMW like mine, has flown his bike in from Italy. Tony, on the road now for over two years is from Manchester, England, and Davidís from London on a BMWF650. Peter and Jess, friends I wrote about when I first met them in Quito, are teachers from the Lake District in England, and at the end of their yearlong tour that included Alaska. Jesse is on her own Kawasaki KLR250 now, a bike she bought in Lima, while Peterís Honda Dominator is still causing problems, as it did in Ecuador. Heís had bad luck with the Dominator. Weíre happy to see each other again after five months.

Jess and Peter, teachers from the Lake District in England, whom I first met in QuitoJohn is many months riding an old BMW 1000 down from British Colombia. His lovely girlfriend Sara has joined him. Heís a professional photographer. Christian and Heiki, who both work for the German Railroad system, are at the end of seven months in South America. There is a couple from Switzerland, two-up on a KTM. Finally, John, a teacher from Nebraska, has been on the road for 2 Ĺ years, in what started out as a trip to Alaska on his Suzuki 650. He attended a Horizons Unlimited travelerís meeting that I was at in Revelstoke, British Columbia in September 2003, on his way back from Alaska. He says that he got so excited at the gathering, that instead of returning to Nebraska, he simply headed south to Mexico and Central America. Heís been on the road ever since. John needs some dental work done and says that he may ride up to Columbia for that purpose. Heís living on less than USD$5 per day (not including gasoline) and he believes that the work would be good, and much cheaper there. I complete the American contingent, but with a much shorter resume, I might add.

Most are camped, although several of us are in hostals. We are of different means and backgrounds, and from a half-dozen different countries, but we meet daily to trade stories of past trips and future itineraries and to seek companionship. Itís a varied group, to be sure, but one with great camaraderie. Weíve each seen a lot of the world from the back of a motorcycle.

Guanchos herding sheep in northern Tierra del FuegoHeading north

Itís raining as I leave Ushuaia on Wednesday morning, and although Iíve enjoyed my four days of rest and relaxation, Iím happy to be back on the road. At the town of Tolhuin (site of my flat tire) a German couple that are headed south follow me into the gas station. A rider from Buenos Aires on a Honda Africa Twin is riding with them. All three are headed to Ushuasia for the New Year celebration. When I exit Argentina at the San Sebastian border crossing two Brazilian couples, one two-up on a very uncomfortable-looking Yamaha sport bike are headed south as well. We trade pictures, and I provide a map to the campsite. Frederic, who I met in Azul, is on his way. Luca, from Italy and whom I met in Las Grutas will be here as well. Iíve been in e-mail contact with each. It will be a big group ringing in 2005 in Ushuaia.

Although itís been cool in Ushuaia, in the high 50s and low 60s, the surrounding mountains have provided a respite from the perpetual winds of Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego. For the seven days that I spent on Ruta 3 riding down from Buenos Aires, only the first day to Azul and the layover day in Las Grutas were calm. Otherwise, I got battered every day; although some days were a little better than others. So itís disheartening that Iím only 60 miles (100km) north of Ushuaia when it starts again. Christian and Heiki, the German couple riding to Buenos Aires to ship their bikes home, catch up to me at the Argentina/Chile border crossing at San Sebastian. It is positively howling by then, and it continues across the 80 miles (130km) of gravel to the village of Cerro Sombrero, Chile, where we spend the night and share dinner together.

Christian and Heiki, German motorcyclists whom I met in Ushuaia.  We rode north across Tierra del Fuego togetherThursday morning, though, dawns clear and calm. The grasslands of Tierra del Fuego roll out before us like tan-colored velvet bathed in the morning sun. The Straits of Magellan are calm when the ferry carries us back to the mainland. We say our goodbyes and they head north up Ruta 3 while I roll west toward Puerto Natales. The road surface is excellent and wildflowers provide contrast to the straw-colored landscape. Itís noon when I stop for the gas in the pueblo of Cabeza del Mar, and a wonderful day. However, when I remount the bike for the two-hour ride to Puerto Natales, the wind has started. Itís a howling hurricane before I arrive.



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