28.01.17 Ushuaia! The End of the World.
So, here we are at the end of the world. The furthest south you can possibly go by road.
We are 26,325 miles from our starting point of New York, 213 days ago.
It is simply amazing to be here, we are thrilled to bits, and I am just going to sign off today with words that our good friend Marc gave us at the very beginning of the trip. They have been very motivational to us:
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”