Without a Traceroute

After an 18 hour bus ride, I’ve arrived in Ushuaia, Argentina, the Southernmost “City at the End of the World,” which is only sort of true, but that doesn’t stop them from plastering it all over everything as a marketing slogan. Since arriving here, I’ve drunk “coffee at the end of the world,” ate a burger from the “hamburger place at the end of the world,” visited the “Museum at the End of the World” (which refers to itself, comically, by the Spanish abbreviation ‘MFM’) and had dinner at restaurant with the slogan, “Relax and enjoy, it’s the end of the world!”

In any case, Ushuaia is a much larger city than El Calafate, and has some industries (shipping and manufacturing) unrelated to tourism. It feels slightly lower-rent than El Calafate, but is also in a beautiful setting, surrounded by mountains on a crystal-blue bay.