A nice article in the NY Times: Shearing Sheep at the End of the World.
Actually, in many ways the beautiful imagery very much resembles my adopted homeland New Zealand. I guess both are full of sheep and at the bottom of the world...
For weeks at a time, Roberto Bitsch and gauchos like him
might not see another human being. They see horses, both wild and tame. They
see the dogs they work with. But mostly, they see sheep — thousands of them.
Locals mark time by the length of the sheep’s woolly coats
here on Isla Grande, the largest of the Tierra del Fuego islands at the tip of
South America, closer to Antarctica than to Chile’s capital, Santiago.
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