We said bye to Ushuaia at 6am yesterday. It was pretty chilly, fresh snow on the mountains, a few flakes making it into town... this is full summer here remember.

We spent the last night in a restaurant after being acosted on the street by a grinning rasta ("call me Rasta Max"). Well, he had some dreds but that was about it... and he did greet me in gaelic (he got me there).

The restaurant, called Kuar had massive windows and was on the shore looking south. We had some fantastic Patagonian lamb and then sipped their artesenal beer while watching a trio play some nice celtic music (Spanish, French and Irish).

Then the following morning (yesterday) we got on the bus and arrived in Puerto Madryn at around two this afternoon (yes that´s thirty hours on the buses, but we did have an hour´s break in Rio Gallegos and the four border crossings let us stretch our legs (and worry that we wouldn´t make our connection in rio Gallegos, it´s a dump and the prospect of spending a night there was not a nice one.
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