On our journey from the Falkland Islands to Cape Horn the seas were rough...as high as 30 feet. This is common in this area. It is a tradition for the ships captain to douse all of those brave characters that volunteer with water from the sea when rounding Cape Horn. Sorry, but Lynn and I were not among the anointed for this adventure!
This is the port at Ushuaia, the southernmost city in the world.
Typical architecture in Ushuaia.
We took the narrow gauge train to what is billed as "the end of the world." These trains were originally used to transport prisoners.
The railroad man with Lynn is enjoying his mate..the local popular drink.
The countryside changed dramatically in Ushuaia.
This area was lush and green in addition to the mountainous terrain.