Back in Ushuaia I have started to notice various things about the city. Firstly it's a bit like San Francisco - its streets swoop down to the sea in rollercoaster curves. Secondly its menfolk are very hairy - they all seem to have swathes of thick black hair. There should be a wig factory here using the offcuts. Thirdly most gardens here are planted with blowsy English roses and pink hollyhocks. I have no idea why. Fourthly though many of the houses are painted different colours - very picturesque - one colour dominates: a kind of colbalt blue. Fifthly there is a scuba diving club here - they must be mad, someone told me the other day I'd last 15 minutes in the water before my heart started palpitating dangerously. Sixthly there are lots of back-to-school shops with notebooks and satchels but I haven't seen a school yet. And lastly - for now - there are penguins EVERYWHERE. Not the real thing but small china ones, chocolate and meringue ones, wooden ones (?), penguin statues on the harbour and rather creepily, huge human-sized ones used as shop dummies... It's a penguintastic town.
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