Ushuaia waterfront on a surprising sunny evening. A few ships had arrived at the harbor and excited tourists walked along the waterfront.
Antarctic terns were busy on the waters, several crossed a gravely dusty road to fish in the still water of a tiny like.
I sat on the bank of lake, watching them maneuver in all different directions before plunging like missiles into the water for catch. This curious tern passed over me a few times and hovered as if trying to look me in the eye.