At this time of year in Ushuaia and Tierre del Fuego, the sun sets at around 23:00 and rises at about 3:00. Looking south, towards Antartica, the sky glows bright all through the night as the sun never sets.
We toasted to Christmas at midnight, Ana, our host and her two sons, Guido and Paul, and Helmut and Simone, the father and daughter vacationing from Germany. And Ana´s dog who once at 18 croissants before anyone noticed. Ana and Paul have an endless number of stories of guests they´ve received over the years, the world seems to come here to Ushuaia, to their doorstep, in some odd ways. They suppose that indeed "end of the world" attracts some crazy people, fanatics, extreme athletes, well-sponsored spritiual leaders, tiny man who rode a scooter from Alaska to Ushuaia without knowing a lick of English or Spanish (he rode a scooter because he was too small for a motorcycle). And then of course, the rest of us like Helmut, Simone and myself.
Off to Tierre del Fuegore.
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