South America
Argentina
Ushuaia
After apparently being attacked by ravenous bedbugs while we slept at the hostel, we decided to do a walking excursion to Ushuaia National Park. The landscape has breathtaking vistas as the one depicted below.
(keep in mind that any image you see is not only just a cropped frame of what you see with your own eyes, and even a smaller fraction of what you experience with all your inner/outer senses)
The cherry on top of the cake was that there was supposed to be "The Lighthouse/Sign At The End of The World. " I don't know if it was a collective delusion, but we were convinced such a building/sign existed. So, we walked South-South-West in a crazy quest, to find not one but two unexpected things: the obvious one is that the spectacular lighthouse/sign does not exist; its non-existence was as stricking as the existence of a small "non-tresspassing" sign where the part of the Park open to the public ends, and a small "lightWC" (since it was definitely not a lighthouse… couldn't even qualify as a "lightroom").
But the most unexpected thing we found was not that disappointment, but an exciting "invader. "
We heard stories of the ecological devastation produced by an invasive species: beavers, whose original habitat is in North America. I heard a silly story of how it happened (until I confirm it, it is too silly to even be repeated). We also heard it was difficult to see them (one local told me he saw saw 2 in 18 years). As we walked back From The End Of The World, we returned to a place where Basia spotted trees definitely cut by a very large rodent, and there we saw an artificial dam (really artificial? Is a termite mound artificial? I wonder…) and as we were taking pics and a video, there came Mr Beaver, swimming around and looking at us as frightened as if we were a rock! (I got a video of the encounter that will be shared when we come back.) I wondered many things, as why was this invader still allowed to invade (if it creates an "ecological disaster," why not get rid of them?), why was it hard to be spotted by other human fellows (are we so apart from Nature, so trapped into our own psycho-technological labyrinth that we've lost the ability to observe changing patterns around us?) and, finally, does an "ecological disaster"really exist? (My answer is "no": it is just a construct of our minds since most humans refuse to accept change as the normal state of flow of our reality, and dislike even more sudden changes since they shake the illusion that "stability or imperceptible change is the normal state of flow of Reality". At least one thing is for sure: there was no disaster for Mr Beaver…
After so much physical and psychological efforts, a Spa was needed… and we had it at the Hotel Albatross. What Basia didn't expect I really needed was what came next: dinner at La Estancia, where I ravenously devoured Patagonic Lamb… as she described it, I ate "meat mountains" (which of course is a a slight exaggeration…).