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As sure as death and taxes the inevitability of the trip end has come, this is our final day. I have finally resigned myself to coming home. The countdown has started, all you feel like doing now is watch the sand drain from the timer.
However one more day doing our usual job of sightseeing. We were in no rush however, Liz dyed her hair for the final time whilst I looked over the pictures of Africa - remembering. We have done so much this year, each one of the thousands of photos taken has many associated memories.
Today has been about last things, the last thing on the list for Beunos Aires and the whole trip is aptly related to the ultimate end - the cemetry where Eva Peron is buried. It was good to get out and walk off those nerves that both of us were feeling. The cemetry was even more impressive than in Punto Arenas lots of statues, mauseleums and cats. There were also lots of nooks and cranies to explore with the camera.
We did think of something else to do, we walked a huge distance to a exhibition of the photo journalist for National Geographic. He took the iconic picture of an Afghan girl with blue eyes. This would have been a good end but sadly the exhibition had in fact ended.
The walk back to the hostel conveniently took us past the Gibraltar pub for our final happy hour, final pints and final suppers.
The end of the trip means that the photos we have taken are even more precious to us. I was saying this to Liz as we left the pub, it would be a real bummer to lose them now. Strangely despite Liz navigating us the short distance back to the hostel on the previous two nights, she chose tonight to fail miserably. What's more she led us into the center of the worse no go area that the hostel ringed on the map. To be honest it felt safer than the safest areas of Venezuela but it was night and there is little point in pushing your luck.
One thing you try and avoid is looking lost (so not local) and indicating by overprotection that you have something worth nicking (ie camera). I didn't want to retract our steps as there were few people about and it was dimly lit. If we walked past a possible mugger a second time we would look like we were lost and more of a target. We simply carried on avoiding deserted or dimly lit streets.
Soon we were back in the hostel safe and sound.
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