Flying into Ushuaia reminds me of flying into Pasto, Colombia;surrounded by mountains to the point where you feel as if you might fly right into one. I withdrew a little cash at the airport to the tune of a $6 dollar ATM fee. This actually became a huge problem as the ATMs in town cap the number of pesos that one can withdrawal daily. The fact that Ushuaia is already really expensive made things complicated when restaurants weren't able to take our credit card.
I asked
our host about exchanging dollars on the black market rate, which had
previously been at 13-14 pesos per dollar. She replied that as of yesterday, there
was only one rate, Argentina’s new president had devalued the currency by 40% to
eliminate the black market rate. B and I dug out our US dollars and trotted
down to Banco de la Nacion where around 40 people were waiting in line (a trend
throughout the entire country).
We got
the centolla al ajillo (king crab with garlic) at Tia Elvira's. The place had
so many artifacts and old pictures, it should be considered a museum. Although
the crab was a little too chewy and not very good. Had a great local cerveza
artesianal, the Cape Horn Pilsen. We walked around looking for a mate and
played cards over mate while a downpour battered the house. Later on we braved
the rain to check out Kuar, where we had a delicious salad with fried cheese
and some lamb ravioli. Everything in Ushuaia seemed to shut down around 9pm and
the town had an eerie and vacant vibe about it.
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