Time to flip turn; Tierra del Fuego is as far south as we go! I believe we have earned our 53.3 degree south latitude honor badge for brrr-ass cold traveling even if it is the height of summer here.
The glacier was great but the macho tour guide (which was mandatory) had his own agenda which didn't leave us any time to pause and enjoy the quiet wonder of the glacier.
It was an entire glacial environment with lakes, rivers, water slides and ice dunes that resembled frozen whipped cream.
The translucent and rich hues of blue were incredible; it was a majestic living sculpture.
Fortunately we managed to take a few photos at the cost of slipping and landing on our butts a few times as we scurried to catch up with the tour.
We thought we might be hallucinating when we passed a mud flat in the middle of a sheep pasture and saw flamingos! Hit the brakes!
After jumping the fences and doing our best sheep imitation we tried to sneak up on the flamingos. I don’t think we fooled them but we did enjoy the show for rest of the afternoon.
The final and penultimate destination in our southern journey was to see the King Penguins.
Nesting in the much warmer and friendlier environment of Tierra del Fuego than the ice of Antarctica these slightly smaller cousins of the famed Emperor Penguins have it figured out.
Like watching a ‘telenovela’ (spanish soap opera) we were glued to the inter-pingüino dynamics of the community all day.It was a spectacular albeit brutally cold day for these Hawaiians as we watched the pingüinos sunbathe.