"Lost on a Mountain in Maine" was a good book that didn't get proper critical acclaim

My trip to Torres Del Paine has been over for about 5 days, and I will leave you with one last informative survival tip: Don't go hiking at 5am in the morning.

As you might expect, this early hour happens to coincide with pitch darkness. Even with this knowledge in our side pockets, my friends and I were determined to witness the famed "Torres" (or Towers) of Paine in the full red glow of sunrise. Predictably, we headed up the mountain and lost the path within 7 minutes. After this point, we started walking up massive boulders with headlights projecting only slightly more light than BK Knights light up shoes (high top version). (or maybe it was just my crappy headlamp).

Anyway, as luck would have it, I ended up getting separated from my friends, and long story short, bushwacked through a highly densified forest and ended up climbing the wrong mountain. This mistake did not go unrewarded however, as I was a mountain over from the regular look out spot and got a straight on perfect angle of the towers as the sun came up. Oh, and on the way down (when there was daylight), I realized I scaled a mountain that was prone to massive land slides. (This post is quantative evidence that i am not dead, which is good). My side excursion obviously pissed my friends off who were minutes away from calling the Mounties and organizing a search party. They winningly decided against this course of action when they found me napping in my tent.

Since the hike, I have been in Ushuaia, Argentina, a small city which boldly calls itself "El Fin Del Mundo" (End of the World). The is a town directly south of Ushuaia and I anticipate some pretty vicious border wars in the upcoming months to capture the official ass of the world title. (They actually use this expression. proudly).

Ushuaia is a really cool port city with massive mountains, store theft sensors that freak out every other time I pass through (which is not what a gringo who already sticks out like a sore thumb needs), and a time capsule for future residents. This is not any ordinary time capsule however. We have all participated in the ritual of putting some items in a box, folder or underground container, only to forget about opening it in 10 years time. Well Ushuaia did us all one better (or 490). They have a 500 year time capsule that will be open in 2492. I am skeptical if this is enough time. Needless to say, the residents are anxiously stirring in anticipation.

I am off to the town south of Ushuaia (Puerto Williams) and I will obviously report back on the warfare tactics being strategized by this colony. I am thinking paper mache Trojan Horses or Penguins.