So.
Tierra del Fuego.
Or more specifically its capital, Ushuaia ('Ush-why-a').
At the southern tip of the South American mainland.
The southernmost city in the world and, at a distance of 4,000 km north, the city closest to the South Pole.
With a fast growing population and sprawl of housing as Argentina has sought to strengthen its position in the area.
Nudging the border with Chile, Ushuaia is stunningly situated on the Beagle Channel where the Andes meet the ocean.
The so called end of the road.
It was very cold and pouring with rain when we arrived.
And our hand luggage, containing amongst other essentials our passports and jackets, had disappeared. (The overhead lockers in the small plane from Buenos Aires were full when we boarded so our carry-on bags were swiftly removed to be stored in the hold.)
Needless to say, sightseeing was largely limited to whatever could be viewed through the steamed up bus windows.
But the weather is constantly changing in Ushuaia and our main reason for being there was to meet up with the French ship which would take us further south.
That hand luggage? Miraculously, it was awaiting us in our cabin. Along with someone else's suitcase.
Next stop: The Falklands and first encounter with wildlife.