The ferocious Patagonian winds fought hard to keep us from reaching Tierra del Fuego. They tossed us about, knocked us off our bikes, attacked us from all sides. They humbled us. They angered us. They brought us to tears.
But eventually we beat them.
After waiting out a snowstorm in the village of Tulhuin, 100 kilometers from Ushuaia, we inched our way up the Garibaldi Pass, past shimmering lakes and snow-capped mountains. All bundled up in thermals and multiple layers, sniffling and sneezing and cursing the cold.
But soon enough our thoughts turned away from cranking the pedals and we took a look around. We were awe-struck with the beauty of Tierra del Fuego. After 2,500 kilometers of barren pampa, pine trees suddenly sprouted up and thick forests lined the highway.
From Paso Girabaldi we coasted down to Ushuaia. After months of daydreaming and imagining the moment we would finally reach the southernmost city in the world, the actual arrival was, well, anti-climatic.
Another storm was brewing, so we quickly set the timer on the camera and posed for a photo. Then we were off to find relief from the wind and shelter for the night.
Now, snow and cold on the 14th of December probably doesn’t strike most of you as very odd. But remember, this is the Southern Hemisphere. The official start to summer is just days away. Snow should not be part of the forecast, even if we are at latitude 55 degrees south.
The locals like to say that in Ushuaia, you can experience all four seasons in a single day. They’re right. It’s a crazy climate, but when the sun pops out over the Beagle Canal, the city is stunning.
The long road ahead
The end of one adventure means the start of another. The road north. All the way back to Colombia, passing through the Andean countries this time.
We’re looking forward to escaping the relentless winds and taking on some high passes. Give me a good strenuous climb, unbearable heat, driving rain, rutted roads. Anything but the Patagonian winds.