I landed at Ushuaia, right on the Beagle Channel, near sunset. I want to say Ushuaia in such a manner that it rhymes with “Wish you were here”, a la Pink Floyd, but I don’t think that really it gets said that way. Gritty little town at the end of the world. Perfect. There...
I did not imagine that a tree would be vulnerable like to this but I turned around one day and it’s leaves were brown (this was in late August) and no amount of water seemed to encourage it to sprout new leaves or shoots. Sad I was, and quite, but it seemed there was naught ...