We did it.
After 1,199 days, with 17 countries visited and 41,657 miles (66,651km) travelled, at lunchtime yesterday we rolled into the southern-most city in the world.
Ushuaia, in Tierra del Fuego, was our ultimate goal. From here, the only way is up.
There were watery eyes as we drove the final 100km, there were hugs when we arrived, and there was the obligatory photo-call. Then there was the two-hour search for a (closed) campsite, the argument about directions, lunch of crappy instant coffee and crackers in a car park, and an illegal manoevre into a busy one-way street – called, ironically, Avenida Malvinas Argentinas – which prompted a queue of irate Argentinians telling us to get the hell out of there…
So, in many ways, just like another ordinary day.
But, for us, not ordinary at all. We are incredulous that, after everything that’s happened, we really did make it here, in that van!
It’s not really the end of the road for us – there’s still plenty more travelling ahead.
The rest of the blog is still a few weeks behind yesterday’s events. There will be more time later for a catch-up on the road here, and for some reflection and thanks.
Today is one of those fuzzy ‘day-afters’. We spent last night at the bar, drinking Beagle beer and – for the zillionth time on this trip – staring at each other in disbelief and saying: “did we really just do that?”