5 March 2008
We landed in Ushuaia, taxied to our bed and breakfast, and bused into town just at the wrong time to look for food. The only establishment we found open was the restaurant attached to a Bingo Parlor which served up a gigantic sandwich layered with milanesa (breaded filet of beef), ham, cheese, egg, and tomato. Not wanting to waste it, we took half with us on a plate covered with a plastic bag, which became problematic when we took the wrong bus home and sat smelling conspicuously of greasy food for an hour and a half until we finally arrived at our stop.
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