I have crossed the two Americas! Some 34’000km I have driven from Prudhoe Bay, Alaska to Ushuaia, Argentina.
Driving further-on is impossible: Ushuaia is the Southern end of the world (except Antarctica: wait for Panmundo 2.0).
In the last two weeks I have explored Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego together with Kirsty and Rich. We did not fear distances of thousands of kilometres. Incredibly strong winds and snowstorms could not impress us. No mad cow would stop us.

Well, and now we find ourselves down here – and there is simply nothing to do. No cruise ship or ice-breaker would leave for Antarctica. No helicopter or floating plane would bring us down to Cape Horn. WE ARE SO WHAT OF OUT OF SEASON! The last right-in-his-mind-tourist must have left long ago. And it rains all the time.

Luckily there are enough pubs and so we found a warm place and beers to ponder about what to do. And there it was: Light at the end of the tunnel. We would go off-roading in Tierra de Fuego.

After we had played around in the snow and did not get stuck, we saw an Argentinean Land-Rover doing breakneck manoeuvres. Walter Cayo, adventurer and adventure guide, was scaring the sh.. out of his two young female passengers. We followed. 
Having handed-over one of our walky-talkies to Walter we got informed in Spanish on how deep the rivers to cross were. And they were pretty deep. And muddy. Great-great-great!
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Panmundo in the lake
Panmundo in the mud
After we had cleaned the cars a bit by driving around in a huge lake, we went back for a decent Parrilla – a restaurant specializing in huge portions of meet. Tasty and filling, I can tell you!
 
However, after our hard-core hike up to the base-camp of Fitzroy in the snow and some days of drinking and partying, I decided it was about time to invest the money I had saved by not going to Antarctica.
I left the dormitory and the banana shaped beds of the nice little hostel behind me and drove up the hill. High above Ushuaia you will find the “Glaciar Hotel”. It’s a long time since I had seen a decent bed, not to talk about having my own bathroom with a tube. A nice fire is welcoming one in the lobby, some uniformed guys are opening doors and carrying luggage and the best: a quite good-looking lady claimed to be a professional “massagista”. It had to try it out and after some 34’000km my neck for the first time relaxed a bit.