I am the forgotten soul of the dead sailors who crossed Cape Horn from all the seas of the world.
But they did not die in the furious waves.
Today they fly in my wings to eternity in the last trough of the Antarctic wind.
--- Poem “At Cape Horn”
With the first daylight, we moored at the harbour in Ushuaia. After our last breakfast on board it was time to say goodbye to ship´s crew, staff, and the USHUAIA, which had been our home and shelter for the last nine days. With big smiles we walked down the gangway with a total navigated distance of 1575 nautical miles now in our memories.