After twelve days of luxury cruising around the Antarctic Peninsula, during which we had been pampered, petted, watered with champagne and force fed with exotic treats, we were ready for a reality check. After docking in Ushuaia, therefore, we booked ourselves into a simple, spartan hostel run by a religious charity, where guests were asked to pick herbs from the kitchen garden and stir them into the vast cauldron of broth from which lunch and dinner derived.
Just kidding, of course. We went to Los Cauquenes -- the best hotel in Ushuaia, and the southernmost 5-star lodging in the world. ]]>
