What does one find at the end of the earth? Penguins of course. Ushuaia, the world’s southern-most city, the place where roads end, is home to a rather large rookery of these black and white birds. As I step onto the island, I feel as though I have just walked onto the set of National Geographic special. The fat squat birds dot the landscape and splash in the surrounding waters. A rainbow hangs in the air over the scene, just an added dust of magic.
They do not flee at my approach. I find myself standing less than three feet away from these bulbous creatures. They waddle, fat stores jiggling and wings flapping at their sides. Many are in the midst of a morning nap, snoozing on their stomachs. These are my kind of birds. Most people want to walk with the penguins, but for me, napping with the penguins sounds much more appealing.
When we leave the island, my clothes are covered in fishy penguin poo. Ahh, to be one with nature.
When we leave the island, my clothes are covered in fishy penguin poo. Ahh, to be one with nature.
