Ushuaia, Argentina
The bleached trees poked out of the ground like crooked matchsticks, cluttering the land, like unfinished business. We were speeding across the semi-cleared scrubland beyond Puerto Natales, the landscape a drab olive green carpet rolling away to low mountain ranges in the distance, wild thatches of lupine flowers in vivid shades of pink and violet along the roadside providing the only contrast.
And large corporate sheep station estancias appeared as we turned s...