Tierra del Fuego – the name sounds like a great gift for me.
As a child I have seen some TV movie, in which a man wanted to visit Tierra del Fuego.
The man was so excited that I thought – I was maybe seven or eight years old -
that must be the ultimate.
The greatest, the most adventurous, simply gigantic.
Just Tierra del Fuego.
I took the ferry from the mainland to the islands by bus part in the Argentine.
Up to Ushuaia, the most southern city in the world. Or as the locals call “el fin del mundo”.
I can still remember I arrived the city in the evening, the sun just went down and the city was laid in a beautiful light.
Of course, my goal was to walk in the footsteps of Charles Darwin.
And yes, I was sailing the canal as he does it about two hundred years before me.
He with the HMS Beagle, I with a fast catamaran.
It was marvelous weather, icy cold air, but so clear. The catamaran drove past penguin and seal colonies. It past high mountains and green meadows.
And held at the Estancia Harberton, a sheep farm with (then) more than 5000 sheep.
The farm was founded by Thomas Bridge, the first settlers (except the Indians) of Tierra del Fuego.
For me, it was stunning. I was, who lives in the center of Europe, at the end of the world.
Solitude, silence, only the wind … and the infinity.
After I visited Tierra del Fuego, my journey was over.
Two months was a long time and I was homesick.
I wanted my bed, my books, I wanted to see the pictures that I had to develop even more,
I wanted to meet friends (at this time my friend got her baby … and now the boy is almost grown).
I wanted – how many German sure wish – eating black bread. Black bread with butter and chives and a boiled egg.
But I still have something for you -I’ll show you the next time the b / w shots of Chile.
There are not so many, so I think it goes in two posts .