Pink Flamingos. I always pictured them as a warm weather critter but here they are. They're timid and my zoom lense could only get this close.

It actually looks kind of clean from this angle.

Tres Cerros. 30 minutes before this I started seeing llama's. It was the Twilight Zone llama day I mentioned in the March 27 updates.

Puerto San Julian. The people at the hotel, store, and internet place were very un-welcoming and I was glad to leave that place.

San Julian's monument area. They've included flags for all their friends - USA didn't make it. This subtle anti-USA thing is frequent in Argentina.

These emu's were common throughout Patagonia. I think that's what they're called.

Llama's keep the same mate for life and after they pair up they always imitate each others actions.

What I said in the previous photo is total BS. I don't know anything about llamas except that they're indiginous to mountains 10k feet above sea level

Rio Gallegos. I spent an extra night here for some admin details. Not an inspiring place, but friendly.

Rio Gallegos has lots of little fisherman/boat themed parks and streets.

Same town, out beyond the naval base. I spent a couple hours looking for pictures and found this.

It was about 100 yards from the water line, at low tide. Probably 20 yards at high tide - it must have been a big storm that set it here.

Ship guts, or maybe just bones.

That ship and these sheep were about all I saw here in Rio Gallegos.

about 25 miles South of Rio Gallegos is Laguna Azul. I couldn't believe how windy it was here.

...[pan to the right]. When I left Rio Gallegos it was cold but not that bad. From this moment on the trip became very windy.

Name tag for windy place. It was like I started the wind by visiting this place. It was only the beginning of the toughest day of this trip.

Austral, border post for entering Chile [leaving Argentina was easy]. Fernando was here. Notice the grey fox can hardly walk straight due to the wind.

On the ferry crossing the 'Estrecho de Magallanes'.

Llama's can jump high; you can believe me 'cause here's the proof. They use their head and neck for counter-balance when they jump.

Late in the afternoon but only the middle of my 10 hour difficult day. This was a better part of the gravel road.

This was still far from the end of my long day getting to San Sebastian. I did the last 1-2 hours of gravel road in the dark.

San Sebastian, the next day, looking at the border post where the snotty Argentinean guy works. The cool Argentinean guy works there too.

Tons of wind here, shredding the flags.

Red king crab on the wall of the gathering spot of this crappy border hotel.

Bad picture but it sort of captures how cold and windy and uninviting this place was.

Between San Sebastian and Rio Grande. This picture shows how windy it was. The wind was coming from the west and still impacted the sea this much.

Same shot but blurry because I couldn't hold the camera still. It was really really windy.

Rio Grande. Interesting art that somehow begged to be photographed.

My first glance of snow in the background but I didn't care because I was on solid pavement.

When you look at the satellite view of Ushuaia you see the mountains between Ushuaia and the lake north of it. This is where I got the rain/snow combo

Shot from my Hotel Tierra del DeBen after I arrived cold and wet. On this motorcycle with these tires I'll take cold and wet over bad gravel anyday.

At first glance it seemed like kind of a cold and uninviting industrial town.

Mountains in the background.

The big gringo store near the hotel where I bought a leather wallet - leather is huge here.

The obligatory Evita memorial. Someone could publish a book based only on all the Evita monuments in Argentina.

Goodnight shot from my hotel window.