Fin del Mundo and of our voyage as well

Since our last post we've made it back home. Nothing went quite as we'd planned in doing so but thats perfect. Par for the course that is this trip I suppose. The plan after reaching the end of the world was to ride as fast as we could the 3000+ miles from Ushuaia to Buenos Aires so that Luke and Mike could ship their bikes back home and I could ride into Uruguay, sell my bike (illegally) then ferry back from Montevideo to Buenos Aires and meet up with the boys before flying out. This was less than ideal for several reasons. We would be rushed in Ushuaia, little time in Buenos Aires, and have to endure a very long very windy and reportedly much less scenic route north over the course of a week. What did happen? We took somewhat of a gamble with a guy we met via ADVrider and left all 3 of the bikes in Ushuaia with him. He's working on filling a sea container with bikes to ship to Los Angeles once full, something like 2 months from now he suspects. We bought airfare from Ushuaia to Buenos Aires and thus were able to spend the last 8 days leisurely exploring Buenos Aires and the Tigre river delta to the north. An awesome opportunity to do the city 'proper' as Mike would say. By foot, bicycle, subway, train, boat and plane, we left no stone unturned. Really a fantastic place and I cannot wait to return. Being home for approx a week has been surreal. Hearing English everyday has been fantastic, even startling at first when hearing the announcement in English that we would be landing in PHX on my flight from Miami. Its alarmingly easy to fall back into routine here in the US. I immediately began doing yardwork and seeing friends and today is my first day at 'work' all year. Sounds weird to say, not that bike travel isnt work, but starting to actually make some money isnt a bad idea either. The challenge will be to not allow the routine to blind me. To not let the lessons learned and the experiences had to fade. Keep them fresh, aware that the world is actually not that big of a place, and that these adventures and more are only a motorcycle ride away; hell, even a plane ride away if one was in a time crunch. We are all still collecting our thoughts on what has happened, glad we journaled as much as we did, but still wish we did more as almost everything is worth reliving already. As Mike said, the magnitude of this trip is just starting to sink in. I am back in Phoenix, Luke in Portland, and Mike to the UK after spending an additional week in Brazil after Luke and I left. Our bikes? Well they are still soaking up glory at the bottom of the world, hopefully we see them by June.