We are home. Now home is where you go to plan your next
travel adventure and the Lady Who researches and plans is already researching
and planning. Where to? I have no idea. When? I just periodically check the refrigerator
and when it is about 80% empty I ask what clothes I should pack? It’s just
easier that way.
When last I corresponded, we were waiting to dock in Ushuaia.
The waves in the bay finally calmed and we were once again tied to land.
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| All tied up to the dock |
The evening passed uneventfully except for that dreaded
chore of packing. Fortunately, we managed to stay within the weight limits for
all bags. We then had to contemplate the ungodly hour we would need to arise in
order to breakfast and prepare to disembark. The ends of these trips tend to be
uncivilized when it comes to acquiring appropriate transportation. It always
seems to come too early to suit me.
We flew out of the Ushuaia airport with no issues. I thought
it was interesting that this airport at the tip end of South America has one
runway. No taxiways or other superfluous asphalt. The plane just motored right
down the middle of the runway until it reached the end and did a 180. We then
reviewed the runway in the opposite direction at a more significant and necessary speed and were
our way.
The flight to Buenos Aires took three hours and we gained about
65 degrees of heat. It was 93 when we landed and we all had on too many
clothes.
For some reason known only to the airlines, flights to the
US all seem to depart late in the evening. Ours was scheduled for 9:15 pm. Our
tour company was gracious enough not to just drop us off with a fond farewell
with hours and hours to kill. They arranged for a lovely lunch and gaucho show
to use up some time and then dropped us off with only hours to kill.
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| Gaucho Dancers |
And bless Delta’s heart. My Diamond status got us a seat in
the Aero Argentina lounge which was certainly nice. The Lady Who must work some on these trips was able to reencounter the internet and plug back into civilization. We boarded our plane around
8pm and proceeded to try and wait out a thunderstorm system hovering over the
airport. Finally, around 11pm, we took off with assurances from the Pilot that
once we got about 50 miles north of the airport, all would be just great. Ah,
but those 50 miles. I’m a two-million-miler and I’ve never experienced a thunderstorm
from the inside like the one we visited. Lighting actually struck the plane
which was downright frightening. The pilot immediately came on the speaker and
said, “Everything is fine up here, just a little noisy.” Oh great. Everything
is fine back here though I may need a change of underwear.
Fifty miles finally came after what seemed like an hour and
indeed, things were smooth and calm. It took about 10 hours to regain Atlanta
and once through customs we were greeted with temperatures colder that we had
experienced in Antarctica. We really exercised the temperature scale this last
day.
Now we are left with our thoughts of this trip and the truly
amazing things we experienced. What was the best? The penguins? The seals? The
whales? All of them. How about the fact that we have been privileged to visit
all seven continents?
And, of course, we now have an additional one hundred
friends that we may encounter in the future and have an opportunity to talk
about some of those experiences.
Ain’t life grand!



















