When I first tested positive, after a mandatory antigen test to get back into Argentina, I was quickly exiled to the cabin on my ship for two days. But despite that, the feeling I couldn’t shake was that of being desperately alone, of not knowing what would happen next. I was also acutely aware of how much sicker I could have been, considering I only had a fever, chills, and symptoms that are in line with a bad head cold (though the first time I had COVID I was asymptomatic). There are worse places to quarantine-this I knew.
Quarantine is still quarantine, even in a place as beautiful as Ushuaia, Argentina. But on the way back, reality had quickly snowballed after my antigen test (a requirement to get back into Argentina) came back positive. The trip was, in brief, otherworldly, like I’d teleported to a different planet. I had been in Antarctica, where I’d spent two weeks on a bucket-list cruise experience admiring whales, penguins, and icebergs. I had been banished there, instructed to quarantine after I contracted COVID aboard a ship, which had docked in Ushuaia two days before. It’s the kind of place outdoorsy adventurers might dream of exploring.īut I wasn’t there to hike the tree-lined trails or swim in the cold lake like most travelers do. The lodge was located on a lake with pebble beaches, surrounded by towering ice-capped mountains, not far from Alberto de Agostini National Park. Under normal circumstances, it would have been nice. It was a Friday afternoon earlier this spring and rather than boarding my flight back to New York I was marooned in my room at a hotel in the mountains two hours from Ushuaia in Argentina.
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