Jegar

In Ushuaia, Argentina, the slums are above the rest of the city. There is a visible line where it changes; the last paved street runs horizonatally and muddy dirt roads branch off up the hill. The higher you get, the worse off the roads and houses are. Eventually, it gets so muddy that wooden pallets are put down in the hopes of making trails, and corrugated sheets of metal piled for bridges, attempts that fail as mud and dirty water is everywhere. Mutts and unleashed, free dogs run around, growling and barking if you come near, and they aren't the kind type of dogs you can pet; if you get too close, you will be attacked. I was bit on the back of the leg by a bastardly dog, but luckily it wasn't serious. I had ... read more

My first time hitchhiking happened to be in the furthest place from home I'd ever been. I was in Ushuaia with my sister, and we had just finished 2 weeks of Introductory Spanish School topped by two weeks of shameless loafing around - Ushuaia was an amazing city, and is still one of my favourites. Sitting at the very bottom of South America, it has been called the Southernmost city in the world, and is a place where people from every country on earth can, and do, meet and play together. Our plan was to head to Punta Arenas, whichever way the cars or trucks that picked us up ended up going. All our bags packed, we slung our violins on our shoulders and started out of the city. Instantly, it began pouring rain. We looked ... read more