A sad fairwell and The Scarlet Pimpernel

25th & 26th February 2012

We had spent part of the night moored in the shelter of the Beagle channel, but in the early hours of the morning the anchor was lifted for one last time and we sailed to the port in Ushuaia. We arrived at around 8, our breakfast was more subdued than any of the others meals we had had. The boat was soon well attached to the Pier and this was the end of one of the most amazing thing I have ever done.
We said our fond farewells exchanged email and collected our bags. I can honestly say that there wasn't a day aboard this boat that I did not enjoy and if any of the crew who looked after us ever come across this I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Seeing we had arrived early it met we had time to burn until we could get into our hostel. so, we wondered around the town for quite awhile bumping into fellow passenger. The final decision was made to find a coffee shop and take the load off our feet. Whilst sat here we saw and spoke to Jean-Charles and Audrey who were also wondering around aimlessly. After they left we also decided to see if we could dump our bags at the hostel, which we were able to do.
The afternoon plan was to met Abe. Abe was making a film about Antarctic Dream, sorry I should say the people on board and their lives. We were meeting him for an interview for the film, but it didn't go to plan and our paths never crossed.

The movie maker Abe

After our first night sleep on terrafirma I was hoping for a sumptuous breakfast. I was disappointed! A couple of sweet media Luna's, a very tiny toasted cheese sandwich and a yoghurt. What a way to get back to civilisation. We left this hostel and returned to La Posta a firm favourite of our. We received a warm welcome and this made up for the poor start to the day.
On checking our emails we found out that Abe had had a couple of problems which meant we where never in the same place at the same time yesterday. So, we re-organised to met later today. Before we did this we had quite a few thing to sort out, washing our cloths was one of them. There were also phone calls to be made home, but later on we wondered back into town to met him. Talk about hard to find! He really is the modern day Scarlet Pimpernel. We waited at his hotel for an hour asked reception if they knew where he maybe, the guy did not. We had a suspicion that he may have been there as there was two bikes outside which we thought may have been the french guys. We couldn't find him. We later found out that Sarah was sat a few feet from the room he was using to interview at one point. If your reading this Abe I'm sorry!