Travel these days is hurry up and wait, and with travel changes and chaos, some of us only saw our hotel rooms for a few short hours before stumbling downstairs and heading back to the airport. Our excitement grew with the thrust of the engines as we rocketed down the runway and broke through into the morning sunlight, winging our way south to Ushuaia, Fin del Mundo, the end of the world and the beginning of everything. We caught glimpses of our floating base camp tied to the pier like a restless colt. We are finally here – the adventure begins, and the biting winds remind us that it is REAL.