Down to the Deep South, Stanley

1 Dec to 3 Dec. Having cleared formalities one of the first priorities for many of us was to get ashore and get online so we could catch up with loved ones back home. Having purchased my internet pass card I found a reasonably comfortable corner in a café above the supermarket where I could tarry over a coffee and indulge in a long chat with Mary-Jo, was good to catch up after 15 days of radio silence.

After completing the social niceties I moved on to the small Falkland Islands museum, which, despite only being small was very informative about the history of the islands from their original discovery by Europeans in the 16th century, colonisation in the 18th century, along with attendant sovereignty disputes, through the strategic importance they held in the late 19th and early 20th centuries up to the current day. There was also a fairly small section on the Falklands war of 1982. The main ‘display’ in this section was a video using archive photographs and films from period but voiced over by islanders who had been children at the time. This film was quite poignant and moving. I understand that there are future plans to move the museum to a much larger site on the outskirts of the town where there will be the space for more comprehensive coverage of the 1982 crisis. This is a bit of a shame as it will probably loose the intimacy of the current facility.

The museum also had sections on the Falklands contribution to the allied cause during WWI &WWII which is an aspect of their history that I was hitherto ignorant of.

Please don’t fire we need that ship. Barrels from guns on HMS Lancaster
Falklands War memorial (1982)
Memorial to the Battle of the Falkland Islands 1914
Part of the detail on the WWI memorial. The line-up of dreadnaughts seems a bit opposed to the message below!

Both of the above monuments may be found on the coast road where it runs out to the North of the town. The below memorial, which is the general war memorial is found adjacent to the town cemetery which is also on the coast road but to the South side of town. Behind this cemetery is a memorial wood planted to commemorate those (British and commonwealth subjects) who lost their lives in or in the aftermath of the Falklands War. The memorial contains a tree dedicated to each of the fallen and is a place suited for quietly reflecting on the futility of it all.

As it was soon after Armistice Day there were a series of pebbles painted by local school children running up the steps to the memorial and around its base.

One of the better know features of Stanley if the Whale Bone Arch which is adjacent to the Cathedral (Victorian). This is apparently constructed from the lower jaw bones of Blue Whales but looks rather plasticky. Those who had been here before said it used to be natural but have now been refurbished to their detriment. I was lucky enough to be passing as a rain storm blew through allowing me to catch this framed rainbow.

Even in Stanley itself there is wildlife that has little or no fear of man which is of course one of the aspects that draws so many nature lovers to the location. Below are a small sample.

The end of the small floating pontoon on which we landed from the Zodiacs had been commandeered by Sea Lions
The Falklands Steamer Duck is a flightless duck endemic to the islands.
Black Crowed Night Heron Fishing
Success

Another point of interest in Stanley was the Falkland Islands Distillers at Philomel Distillery right on the water front behind tourist information. A gin distillery set up in Mach 2019 by Richard McKee a British expat who had previously been a hobby gin distiller when working as a fisheries protection officer in South Georgia. The main product, Darwin’s Botanicals Gin’ is a corn spirit double distilled with locally foraged botanicals. Unfortunately when I visited there was no Darwin’s available due to a breakdown in the supply chain for the raw corn spirit which is bought in from the UK. However, all was not lost, Richard had diversified and using a locally sourced (Montevideo) cane spirit he has started producing a second gin, again featuring local botanicals, called Dog-Watch and in line with the nautical themed name this gin carries a picture of a sailing ship on the label which is no other than our Europa. I think he did a roaring trade with us as many wanted the bottle with its label as a souvenir. Just meant the hardship of having to consume the gin. Whilst on the subject of alcohol I also note that there is a small brewery in Stanley, Falkland Beerworks, who make some very passable ales.

Philomel Distillery

During the later part of the 29th century and the early years of the 20th Stanley became a place of refuge for old ladies of the sea who, having battled the cape and Drakes Passage, had either been beaten back or had come through but seriously wounded and managed to limp to into Stanley where they were to suffer the further ignominy of being written off as not worthy of repair. Many of these vessels and their cargos were purchased by local businesses and ended up their lives as storage hulks, one of the most famous of which was Brunel’s who arrived her in 1884 and sank in 1937. After languishing underwater for 33 years she was raised, patched-up and towed home to the Bristol dry dock where she had built and where, after major restoration works she now sits as a major tourist attraction. Few of the wrecks have survived till today but one, the Lady Elizabeth, often features in images of Stanley.

Lady Elizabeth still hard aground where she ended up after breaking her moorings in 1936. In Stanley she had served as a coal hulk after being condemned as unseaworthy in 1913 having sustained heavy storm damage when trying to round the cape which was further aggravated by running aground on her way into the port.
Traditional Stanley housing
A last view along the seafront at the end of the day.

So some final thoughts on Stanley and The Falkland Islands in general. I found the Falklanders that I met to be open, friendly and hospitable people who had a great pride in their islands and their British heritage. This pride in their roots brings us to the thorny issue of The Falklands verses Las Malvinas and the sovereignty wrangles that have been going on for centuries. After the ’82 war a referendum was held in 2013 for the populous to register whether or not they wanted to remain a British territory. 92% of the registered voters voted of which 99.8% voted in favour. So I guess that, if the will of the population is to be respected the islands remain British territory despite any international political shenanigans that may be going on. Surely what the vast majority of the current population desires should take precedence over who may or may not have done what several hundred years ago. This said I noted that there are a large number of new residents in the Falklands who come from all over the world. Many of these may not have the strong ties to ‘the old country’ so thing might change in the future?

One thing is for sure, ’82 was all about cynical games being played by politicians which, as has often been the case in the past, led to the loss of many young lives. What was it all for and was it worth it.

Down to the Deep South, The Falklands V

Sat 30 Nov & Sun 1 Dec, After the night anchored off Saunders we hauled anchor at approx 04.00 (I had taken the 02.00 to 04.00 anchor watch) arriving at our next destination, Pebble Island, at approx. 11.30. Guides went to check out the landing beach and confirmed it to be viable for landings after lunch although, due to largish swell running, the Zodiacs would have to approach the beach stern first and we would be disembarking over the pontoons at the stern. There was a better than average chance of getting a dousing during this manouvre.

Pebble Island is so named due to the occurance of pebbles through out the island many of which are agates. These are collected by some of the locals for producing jewlery. We didn’t find any 🙁

Our walk here was from the landing point on Tamar Beach out along the cliffs of Tamar Point and then back round to the start. We passed a number of Malleganic, Gentoo and Rockhopper penguin colonies along with those of King Comorants. The highlights from an avairian stand point was spotting a hunting Peregin Falcon and a lonely Macaroni Penguin in one of the Rcokhopper colonies.

Starfish and seaweeds on Tamar Beach
The stern first manouvering, guides in the water wearing dry suits to swing the Zodiac stern on to the beach.
Coming onto the beach – we all survived without getting particularly damp
Europa and penguins
Hunting Peregine
Kelp and Kelp Goose
Kelp below the cliffs
Macaroni Penguin among Rockhoppers. Note the different colour and shape of eye tufts.
Although Macaronis do not breed in the Falklands but further South it is not unusual to find the occassional one amongst the rockhoppers, we saw two in total. Perhaps they also get fooled by the similar punk hairstyles.

After the shore party returned Europa set sail for Volunteer point which hosts the largest colony of King Penguins in The Falklands, this would be an overnight transit. Although initially undersail due to unfavourable winds we had to revert to motoring. When under sail Europa is sympathetic to the sea conditions and, although she rolls, pitches and heals to the wind she is a comfortable craft to sail on. However, when motoring she fights more with the sea and gives those of us sailing in her a harder time of it. I’d prefer to be undersail all of the time!

Paul and Pier, members of the voyage crew helping unfurl ready to leave Pebble Island

On arrival off Volnteer point it was deemed that the sea conditions were not favourable for a beach landing (apparently this is often the case) so we sailed on too Stanley where we arrived at approximately 09.30. I cannot pretend to be overly stressed by not stopping at the penguin colony as by this point I was becoming rather ‘penguined out’.

First sight of Stanley through the porthole in the heads and, no, I was not seasick 🙂

Down to the Deep South, The Falklands IV

Having remained at anchor overnight we were greeted by a glorious morning to sail (virtually no wind so actually motoring) on to our next stop at Carcass Island (nothing to do with cadavers but named after HMS Carcass). Lapping up the serene morning on deck I mentioned to a fellow voyage crew member, James, “its good to be alive”. His response, “sure beats the alternative”. James is an interesting character, a Californian who retired from the IT industry 15 years ago, he spends 8 to 9 months a year travelling. He has probably visited more countries than anyone else I’ve ever met including several (Yemen and Somali for instance) which I’d probably give a very wide berth.

Anyway back to Carcass Island. Carcass is one of the few island which has never been invaded by rats, cats or feral dogs and consequently it has a very healthy population of small land birds some of which are endemic to The Falklands. Anchored off another beautiful beach, Leopard Beach, the Zodiacs were surrounded by playful Commerson’s Dolphins on the run ashore, a cherry on the top of what had so far been a wonderful morning.

The settlement
The red and white boat was completing hydrographic surveys so we were requested to anchor further out than normal leading to a longer Zodiac trip ashore leading to ,,,,,,,
Guides trying to capture dolphins
and company on the run ashore
Leopard Beach
Visitors and locals
View over the island from the beach
A little detail
Upland Goose with the kids
One that didn’t make it. Skuas, Caracaras and Turkey Vultures make short work of anyone who falls by the wayside
Spot the birdie, one of two species of wren found on the island
Small things
Magellanic Oystercatcher
Male Upland Goose
Looking for the next meal, Turkey Vulture

After the walk across the island to the settlement we were invited into Carcass Island House, a guest house that welcomes all visitors to join them for tea and cakes, a veritable cakefest was presented to us, far more than we could possibly eat but we struggled manfully to do it justice. The owners of the guesthouse / island still productively farm sheep but balance it with the needs of the natural environment to very good effect. Again, the settlement is nestled in a depression in the land with a sheltering belt of trees (all introduced, there are no trees native to the islands) and the gardens were full of birdsong, idyllic.

Tea and cakes ahead
The pick-up

On returning to the ship lunch was served on deck (but barely needed after the cakefest) then we sailed (under motor again) for Saunders Island, another privately owned island which is farmed but follows strong conservation ideals. Interestingly Saunders was the home of the original settlement / capital of the island at Port Egmont and during the 18th century was variously claimed by France, Spain and Britain until Britain exerted its sovereignty over the whole island group. Two of the highland areas are connected by a low lying isthmus which is hope to a small colony of King Penguins along with a further colony of Gentoos. Warning, lots more penguins!

Filling any gaps left after the cakefest
Have stick will travel, Gentoo Penguin
Kings heading for the beach
Passing by the commoners in the Gentoo colony
for a quiet stroll
Now, who’s king of the beach
Now, who are these strange characters in bear skin coats?

The young Kings are completely different to the parents and are land bound for the first 11 months or so and are totally reliant on the parents for food. During this time they will obtain a greater weight than at any other time of their lives. Indeed, they are so different that early observers assumed them to be a completely different species. Additionally, they breed on a staggered two year cycle so there are frequently all stages of development to be seen within the colony.

And then you have this, when there is a Metamorphosis and the ugly bug transforms into a regal King
This is how it all began, a bit of necking
a bit of dancing
and then it all comes together
but the neighbours don’t seem convinced that it should all be so public
Never mind then dear, lets get out of here
And there’s still time for a portrait
As always the Skuas keep a beady eye on things looking for their chance
Guess at sometime this whale was on the ‘all you can eat menu’ (the whale washed up on the beach some years ago and after it had been stripped clean the skeleton was moved up above the high tide line and assembled for display.
Heading home again
Lastly, another little detail, washed up sea weed

So, in conclusion, two islands in one day, both privately owned, both still commercially farmed and both doing their bit for conservation. It was a privilege to have had access to the islands and their unique wild life but, equally, it has been a privilege to meet the custodians who’s families have for years made a living off the land and whilst not farmed it so intensively as to completely destroy these unique places. Thankyou

Down to the Deep South, The Falklands III

Dawn of a new day breaks over a new island, West Point Island. Unlike the previous islands that were owned by conservation trust West Point is still privately owned and, although much of it is managed for conservation there is still some small scale sheep farming. The owner of the island who is now 94 lives in Stanley, he was given the island as a 25 birthday present by his mother. We were welcomed ashore by the farm / island manager who lives at the settlement just above the harbour. The settlement here is tucked into a small hollow and surrounded by introduced trees that act as a wind break, really quite idyllic. As a reminder of the strong ties with the UK tucked away behin the settlement sere several decaying Land Rovers :-).

The settlement at Hope Harbour
Little fluffy things welcoming us ashore
At anchor
Can’t resist a good Land Rover – just need to find one 🙂
View across the island
Go away, I’m sleeping!
Kelp Goose nest
The proud parents
Yours truly
Crew enjoying the views

After returning to the ship we motored round to a new anchorage at Grave Cove for an easy landing on a shelving white sand beach (anywhere warmer and these beaches would have been completely degraded by holiday developments) to visit the largest Gentoo colony in the Falklands and for a cliff top walk too a small Albatross colony.

Land Rover – found a good one. Although it looks abandoned it apparently belongs to some researchers who had taken the boat out to the big smoke (Stanley 🙂 ) for some R&R.
A proud Gentoo mum. She has a reason to be proud, apparently having two viable chicks is unusual but seemed quite common in this colony – good food supply?
More twins
Time for lunch
Although classed as a large colony it actually consists of a number of medium sized groups spread over a wide area
One that didn’t make it home 🙁
Heading for the beach
Penguin paradise
What you doing?
I’m outa here
Rubens, one of the permanent crew ‘swimming’ with the dolphins. Due to low sea water temperatures dry suits are needed to spend anytime in the water
A walk round the headland, don’t know what these plants are but they formed large cushions loe to the ground
More little things
Cliffs below and steep slopes above

The walk around above the cliffs (to visit another albatross colony) was on steeply sloping ground but with good footing and certainly well within the capability of anyone who has been mountain walking before. Although some of them claimed to be seasoned travellers and trekkers some of the group complained about being exposed to this level of risk. I explained, supported by Maria one of the guides, that they were not obliged to go on and that they should just move out of the way of those of us who were happy to proceed and join with us again on the way back as we had to return by the same route. This had already been explain to them previously. Not sure if my advice was well received 🙂

Down to the Deep South, The Falklands II

27th Nov, Steeple Jason and onward.

Sailed overnight from New Island bound for Steeple Jason where we were hoping to make a landing. Good winds and reasonable sea conditions allowed us to make good time. There were no formal watches but captain asked for volunteers so I stood up for 04.00 to 06.00 hoping for another special sunrise, didn’t work out though 🙁 . Steeple Jason’s claim to fame is that it is home to the largest breeding colony of Black Browed Albatross’ in the world. Oh no, I feel more Albatross pictures coming on :-). This island is also infamous for the reason that it is a very hard island to land on. When we arrived at the anchorage the sea was still running rather high but after a quick reccy our guide decided that a landing was possible and selected a small sheltered cove (just big enough for the Zodiac to fit) with shelving rocks that we could step out onto. So, in actual fact the landing was quite smooth despite the heavy swell running we didn’t even get wet!

Heading for Steeple Jason with sun rising behind
Taking a picture of one of the islands through the murk when I was photo-bombed by a Fin Whale
Commerson’s Dolphins taking a look at us
Coming of the day
The white specs are Albatrosses. Overall the colonies spread along the coast of Steeple Jason contains in excess of 150,000 breeding pairs of Black Browed Albatross, over 70% of the world population
Sea Lion bull with hareem guarding beach
Striated Caracara guarding his patch
Europa standing off shore
Gentoo comfortable on nest
Caracara fly by

Black Browed Albatross are generally monogamous with pairs returning to the same nest site year upon year but if one of a pair does not return for one or two seasons the surviving partner will pair up with another. Bonds between partners are reinforced by courtship rituals. They can live up to 70 years and start breeding at approximately 10 years old.

You and me babe, what about it?
Oh, OK then
Just checking out the action
A small section of the colony
What’s behind the colony
A view down the island with adjacent island behind
Heading home
At anchor but with sails unfurled ready to go

Bidding the Albert Ross’s as sad farewell we headed back to the Europa and prepared to sail to our next destination, New Island. With a South Westerly wind of up to 40knots this was the first time that the Europa really got into her stride, heeled well to port and making 10 to 12 knots she handled beautifully. On this leg I also learned a lesson on preparedness, we had safety lines out on deck a I was holding onto one of these whilst chatting to one of the other voyage crew when we noticed an unusually large wave coming our way. To reduce the wave’s impact I ducked into it, a big mistake! I was wearing my full waterproof but had the hood down and the top of the jacket open consequently, the water took the route of least resistance entering at the top of my jacket and exiting at the bottom. Drowned rat does do my condition justice but, at least my legs were dry.

Another occurrence on this leg was that we overhauled a yacht that was also heading for Hope Harbour on New Island and, next morning when we met the sailor, it turned out that he was an ex Europa crew member (from 10 years ago) and he took some pictures of us that he gladly shared – below. This was a great bonus as, of course, we never got to see the ship under sail so it was good to see how fine she looked.

Down to the Deep South, The Falklands

26th Nov to 6th Dec.

Arrival at New Island in the Falklands was an emotional event for one of the voyage crew, Roger, as he had been here immediately after the Falklands War as air traffic control in the RAF, this was his first time back and, on the outlying islands he was to meet of few of the locals he remembered from those earlier days.

New Island was the first of many landings (don’t panic, we did not visit all 700 islands 🙂 ) we were to make and landings by Zodiac (rigged hulled inflatable), Penguins and Albatrosses were destined to feature heavily over the next 10 days. In the following I will share, by individual posts by Island, some of the pictures and impressions of the locations in which we found ourselves, WARNING – heavy bird content!

At the end of the series I’ll try to leave you with my overall thoughts and impressions on The Falklands, or should it be Malvinas?

New Island:- we made two landings on New Island, one at Coffin’s Harbour next to the settlement and one at Ship Harbour. Both were beach landings (there are some beautiful beaches in The Falklands) in relatively calm sea conditions. We had had a lot of build-up and safety briefings on these beach landings but in the end they were quite smooth and nowhere near as challenging as we might have been led to believe, probably due to the preparation and professionalism of the boat pilots and the two guides who always reccied the landing and then landed first to hold Zodiacs close into the landing.

Landing at Coffin’s Harbour (named after a Nantucket whaling family) adjacent to a wreck and the whaling museum. In the 17th, 18th & early 19th centuries the Falklands were a centre for harvesting of seals and penguins for their fat (blubber) and New Island also had a short lived whaling station but, as the whales were far more numerous further south this was soon closed down in favour of South Georgia. A visit to the small museum was interesting but also quite sobering when you consider the impact the industry had on the populations of seals, whales and penguins some of which have never recovered to their previous levels and, due to mans impact on the environment of the Antarctic fisheries (including krill) and global warming, are unlikely to do so. The museum was opened for us by a South African lady who, along with her ‘Cornish Man’ partner, is a custodian of the island employed by the conservation trust that owns it. I managed to have a chat with the custodian and asked how it was living in what I assumed would be a pretty desolate location in the winter with little contact with the outside world. Her amused response was that the isolation, beauty and abundance of nature were the major draw – yeh, think I could survive here too. Interestingly, they live a semi-subsistence lifestyle with a small vegetable patch (under a poly tunnel) and harvesting resource from on and around the island. Theirs’s was probably the most exposed settlement on any of the islands.

From the museum we walked across the neck to visit colonies of Black Browed Albatross, Rockhopper Penguins and King Cormorants.

The settlement – inviting? and this is summer.
Male Kelp Goose
and the wife
Local ducks, Speckled Teal?
Lrbbj – Little red breasted brown job – actually Long Tailed Meadow Lark
Fence post remnant of former farming activity (mainly sheep) with ample lichen indicative of the very good air quality.
Colourful rock cover
Black Browed Albatross colony
Rockhopper Penguins – a proud mum
Neighbourly disputes
Nest in the rocks
Quick clean up for the camera
Photographer gets the evil eye
King Cormorant
Old blue eyes – these birds also have brilliant sheen to their plumage
The homemaker
Heading for the cliffs
A last one
The Black Browed Albatross colony
The aeronauts
On the nest
Falkland Skua – the Hyena of the seabird colonies
Now a little scenery
I’m outa here
Road to the settlement, gorse is an invasive alien introduced from Europe but adds a nice splash of colour.
Wreck with Europa in the background. The wreck is apparently that of a sealing vessel beached in 1969
And finally, a natural artwork. Do you see the penguin

New Island stage II, landing at the ship harbour and walking around North Bluff. Terrain here was wilder and home to two different species of penguin, Gentoo and Magellanic. As the Magellanics nest in burrows care has to be taken when navigating their colonies to avoid unplanned below ground excursions.

Landing by Zodiac, guides Jordi and Maria holding boat in position as voyage crew member Michael steps ashore.
Jordi getting up-close
Sea shore life
Striated Caracara – carrion recycling facility
North Bluff scenery – small freshwater lake and sea beach beyond
Magellanic penguins at entrance to their burrow
More evidence of past farming
Gentoos don’t like Skuas
Gentoo colony
Gentoos also like a day out on the beach but…….
Sea Lions like Gentoos
and they can surf
Than, Gentoos can jump
and sometimes run. Skuas are hoping for crumbs
These guys remind me of Wildebeest at the Mara river, no one volunteering to go first
Some spectators – members of crew and voyage crew
Admiring the scenery
Gentoo out for a walk
and leaving his mark on the sand
Amazing cliffscapes
and small things
Team on the cliffs
Europa in the landscape
Being buzzed by an Albatross – Paul, Piet and Monique
Landing gear down
Sitting around
Magellanics admiring Europa
More of nature’s art work, this time sculpture – pterodactyl?
Leopard Seal
Take only pictures leave only footprints

So, first impressions gained from first island – stunning scenery, approachable unique wildlife and friendly locals. Certainly a wonderful place to visit, could I live here. Probably could have done when I was younger.

Down to the Deep South, Montevideo to the Falklands

17th to 25th November

9 days to be spent sailing, initially parallel to the South American (Argentinian) coast then eastward to make landfall on the Western Falkland Islands. For these days my diary notes:

17 Nov. Pilot on board and pulling out into River Plate 07.00. Surrounded by large cruise ships. Started watches, initially motoring due to lack of wind then sails set later for combination of sailing and ‘motor sailing’ (using both sails and motor to maintain headway). Familiarisation commenced, trying to understand what all the lines were for and climbing the masts. In the way of explanation we had a total complement of 42 made up of 26 voyage crew (working passengers) and 16 professional crew, the ones who knew what they were doing 🙂

home for the next 4 weeks
How the others do it
Little details
Under sail

18 Nov. Continued with watchkeeping duties and nominated as watch leader. Our watch (Red Watch) had 8 members so split us up into 4 teams of 2 with rotations of half hour duration either on helm, up forward on lookout or in deckhouse on standby to assist with sail handling. One amusing interlude came when on lookout and wheelhouse remonstrated with us as we had not reported the white fishing buoys. After a quick check we reported that the buoys were now clear as they had flown off – sea birds. Started seeing various types of bird including first penguins.

Early morning on deck
Sunrise on lookout
Red watch manning the helm (Paul & Piet)

19 Nov. Stood midnight to 4 watch and rewarded by a beautiful moonrise, shooting stars and Southern Cross hanging over or starboard stern rail. For some of the watch we were joined by a school of dolphins surfing the waves in a shower of bioluminescence. Later assisted with unfurling of ‘Royal’ on main mast. This yardarm is rather flimsy and I cannot claim to have felt particularly comfortable but the view compensated for the rather wobbly legs.

Sails set in a nice breeze
Unfurling, I’m top left – scary!
The action shot

20 Nov. Wind shifted so close hauled but needing assistance from motor to maintain headway. Today saw red watch on the 8 to 12.

Bird life
Giant Petrel
Black Browed Albatross heading out
Anna & Natalie (Professional Crew) on bowsprit tending the staysail
Helming at Sunset, Paul, Axel & Johan – voyage crew
Sunset at sea

21st Nov. Today started early on the 04.00 to 08.00 watch with significant cloud cover. However the pain of our early call was compensated by a glorious sunrise many Albatross and Giant Petrel to keep us company. After breakfast we were called on to trim sail to take advantage of a changing wind. This too had its rewards as pod of Dusky Dolphin swam alongside for an extended period keeping us company. During the day the two guides gave lectures, one celestial navigation (Maria) and one by Jordi on flightless birds (penguins). These lectures are both interesting and informative.

Early morning Albatross
05.27
Out with his mates
Just leaping for joy

22nd & 23rd Nov. Started on 12.00 to 04.00 watch on Friday then 08.00 to 12.00 on Saturday. The Friday morning watch was under clear skies with a myriad of stars of which the milky way and southern cross were prominent in the sky. a number of shooting stars were also observed. Throughout the two days the wind was gradually strengthening with strong winds and high seas experienced through Saturday. Ship sailing well and noticeably healed to starboard. As of 14.00 on Saturday we had approximately 300 miles of the total of 1100 miles left to run before reaching the Falklands. Many seabirds now accompanying the ship.

Black Browed Albatross
Petrel and Albatross
Crew’s Smoko
Cape Petrel
Royal Albatross – Along with the Wandering Albatross these birds have the largest wingspan of all birds at up to 3.5m
Black Browed Albatross and Great Petrel

24th & 25th Nov. Continued strong winds and heavy seas throughout 24th only moderating during morning of 25th, overcast with some heavy rain. At times strong winds required reduction of sail to reduce our heal and the amount of water being shipped over the decks then, at other times, sail increased to maintain progress. Falkland’s spotted through the clag on Monday morning. One interesting exercise completed during these two days was ‘Bio Security’ which saw us vacuuming all of our outer layer clothes and knapsacks along with scrubbing footwear with disinfectant. This procedure has to be completed before visitors are allowed ashore to minimise the risk of introducing seeds to alien species or soil borne pathogens.

New Island, first landfall at the Falklands

Down to the Deep South

14 to 17 November

The next stage of my retirement adventure kicked off on 13th November with joining flight to Montevideo via Buenos Aires. Not an auspicious start, got to Heathrow only for British Airways to try to bump me off the flight as they had oversold the seats (I had booked 6+ months in advance). After heated arguments a seat was found, my already less than optimal opinion of BA took several more steps down the scale – now rate their overall performance as 0 out of 10.

Despite BA’s best efforts I arrived in Buenos Aires on schedule and, although immigration processing was extremely slow, managed to get to the domestic terminal in time for my flight to Montevideo. Immigration processing in Montevideo very slick and efficient so was through in no time and connected with pre-booked taxi to get to hotel – first impressions of Uruguay favourable.

Montevideo and ‘Hotel Ideal’ to be ‘home’ for the next 3 nights. Hotel was basic but very clean and comfortable and good value for very little money.

Spent time exploring the historical part of the city and parts of the sea front pathway which is very extensive.

Part of sea front pathway looking back (West) towards docks

One very striking aspect of Montevideo was the quantity and quality of graffiti on the walls and interesting 2D steel sculptures set into the seafront walkway.

Down by the Docks
This and following images, graffiti at Plaza Republic Argentina, Montevideo sea front
The Kraken – hope not to meet this guy on my trip
One of the ‘flat’ sculptures along the seafront path, why dinosaurs ?

Around the old town there were a number of interesting sights including the Naval Museum and numerous sculptures of national heroes from the independence struggles with Argentina and Spain, a people proud of their tradition of independence.

Artigas, Independence Plaza
Entrance to Maritime Museum
Entrance to Maritime Museum
Central Montevideo and peace column
Unidentified hero

Rather surprisingly there was also a holocaust memorial on the seafront

The following are a few street scenes that caught my eye, quite a green city.

Onward from Denver

Conference over so we’re heading for the open road, hooray! Home for the next 4 weeks is a (small by American standards (and MJ’s)) camping van supplied by Escape Denver.

Wild Camping, Lake Albert Oregon

The drive North from Denver was a bit featureless with the mountains hidden in cloud but after leaving I25 to head across country towards Mt Rushmore we got to experience a bit of small town America with a few derelict homesteads along the route which were possibly a sad reminder of abandoned dreams, the land looked harsh for those trying to eek out a living there. However, despite the hard country the people we encountered couldn’t have been more welcoming and friendly. The weather deteriorated as the day progressed to the point of low cloud and rain at Rushmore so the iconic rock sculptures were barely in view but a brief glimpse of Washington’s profile through the mists gave a taste for what we were missing. Intending to return next morning we wild camped in forestry for the night only to awake to a snow covered wonderland and even lower cloud so never got to experience the works of art in the mountains. The night had been comfortable and made more tenable by camping with a partner – shared body heat being much appreciated! Having to get out in the middle of the night in the middle of the night to answer the calls of nature (disadvantages of aging water works!) not so great 🙂

A break in the cloud
First night camping – weren’t expecting that!
Perhaps not that long
Pretty though

Next episode – Rushmore onward.

Denver And Conferencing

Finished our visit to Mesa Verde and then a longish days drive back up to Denver where we were attending a 3 day conference.

First though, thoughts on Mesa Verde and what it tells us. As a european I know that we can be very sniffy about US history and culture but here was a reminder that there were peoples and cultures alive and well in the “New World” long before we rocked up. Mesa Verde and the associated ‘4 corners’ pueplo system had for centuries formed the core of a sophisticated agricultural based society that originated as far back as 2000 BC and was eventually stable and developed enough to allow the establishment of communities housed together in substantial structures. Part of the mystery of Mesa Verde and similar settlements is why did they people chose to move from the mesa tops down onto the cliffs, was it war or weather. Although, distinctively to european eyes, this move allowed a better defensive position the current thinking is rather that climate change bringing more extreme summers and winters forced the peoples to move into the relative cool cliff faces where, being South facing, they also benefited from the thermal gain from winter sun. I guess we’ll never know for sure as, although the local native american communities maintain a verbal history that relates them back to the early pueblo peoples they have no history of this era.

Back to modernity, Marriot Denver Tech Centre, a three day conference on ‘gaining stages’ providing advice and guidance on how to successfully establish a career in public speaking. This was driven by MJ’s ambition to become a motivational speaker as a new ‘career’ when she finishes in O&G Contracting. She has the experience, knowledge and skills to fulfill the role but needs to hone the self promotion skills and understand the required tools to reach a receptive audience. Although I felt it was to some extent a personality cult feeding the ego of they key presenters there is no doubt that there was some good advice being cascaded and that more was available if you signed up 🙂

A bit wordy today but here are a couple of Pics from the journey:

Mesa Country
On the road to Denver, beautiful Colorado.

We have now moved on through 4 seasons of weather at Mt Rushmore, Yellowstone, high desert of Idaho, down the Oregon Trail and into the Californian Redwoods so look out for more!