- 1062 days ago
Due to some flight rearrangements in Ushuaia (supposedly due to hostility between Argentina and Chile that had temporarily closed their shared border to travelers) a number of us ended up with an extended stay in its small airport, though with the promise of flying us directly to the international airport in Buenos Aires and thus avoiding a trip across the city to change airports. One last extended-group gathering with our new friends as we pushed tables together and passed the next few hours eating and chatting. On the plane, Erin and I sat with Helga, a woman from the ship that we had wished we had gotten to know much earlier. Helga was older than us in years, but perhaps younger than us in spirit. For instance, we learned that while Antarctica was the seventh continent I had walked on, it was the seventh continent that Helga had camped on. She regaled us with stories of past adventures and of her upcoming trips this year to New Zealand and Papua New Guinea, all on her own. She was such an inspiration that even as this adventure was still winding down, we couldn't help but start planning our next one.