Okay, I am ready to leave Ushuaia now. Theoretically, this should be a simply task, but it is proving devilishly hard to do. There aren´t daily flights down here and the next batch are booked up for a week. Buses are a similar situation. Apparently, getting off the island is a lot harder than getting on.
New Years down here was an interesting affair, but not at all what I expected. I thought ringing in the new year at: a) the end of the world and b) Argentina, would guarantee a great party. I was wrong. By 7 pm on New Years Eve everything started to close - bars, restaurants, shops, even the casino!!! By 9pm it was a ghost town. There were a few restaurants open, but all of them had set menus that started at about one-half Argentina´s GDP. Drew and I ran into some other Americans wandering the street (ironically, the same people we had Christmas dinner with) and together we found a tiny little family-owned joint for dinner. People eat dinner late here, so we finished up just after midnight and headed it to find a club.
Nope. There was one club with a party that evening, but the club didn´t open its doors until 2 AM. The cover charge was about $50, but that was less of a problem than figuring out what to do for the hour and a half until the club opened. There weren´t any bars open to linger in so we all wandered back to our hotels. By 2 I was fast asleep. Sad.
This is in stark comparison to Chile and Christmas. Drew and I disembarked off of a ship at 7 PM on Christmas Day in a tiny town in southern Chile. I assumed that nothing would be open on Christmas in South America. Wrong again. Restaurants were packed, bars were full, and there were even some places to change money if you needed it.
I am deeply skeptical of Argentina´s reputation as a great party country. Buenos Aires has some catching up to do...
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