Down to the Deep South, Last of The Falklands and on to Chile

Clearing formalities at around 09.00 it was time to leave the big smoke and sail for pastures new. From Stanley the plan was to head South down the Eastern side of East Falkland visiting locations on the main island along Bleaker Island and Sea Lion Island. Thereafter, Punta Arenas Chile.

Plans don’t always go to plan. The first scheduled stop was to be Bertha’s Beach but, due to the high seas running, it was deemed not to be feasible to land on the beach so, plan B. Bertha’s Beach is effectively an isthmus of low lying dunes with the beach on the open ocean side and a sheltered harbour behind. Unfortunately the harbour is a Royal Navy base and special permission is required to land there, this was duly sought. Eventually we were given permission to anchor in the relatively sheltered entrance to the harbour and then use our Zodiacs to land on the sheltered back side of the Isthmus, a trip of 30 to 40 minutes each way. As it was already late afternoon it was decided to have an early dinner onboard then go ashore for the evening.

It was actually quite a treat to be onshore on another of the beautiful beaches for sunset. The lighting conditions were wonderful and there were a lot of natural sculptures in the san formed by wind and waves. Very few penguins but some small waders feeding on the edge of the surf, quite a refreshing change from the normal penguin and albatross fests.

Oystercatcher in the wripples
Alien’s footprint
Jordi getting down low
More of nature’s art work
A Tribolite captured in the sand
There be giants
Sandpipers on the shimmering sand
A lonely voyager in the setting sun
More works of art from the supreme master
Heading back to the Zodiacs after a great evening

After re-joining the ship we relocated to a new more secure anchorage where we rode out the night before moving on to Bleaker Island, a low lying island that still supports the owners through farming activities supplemented by the tourist dollar. Another straight forward landing onto a sandy beach where we were met by the owners who gave the guides advice on where best to walk. Doing a loop through an area of Tussock we passed Rockhopper and Rock Cormorant colonies on some low cliffs and then on to a large King Cormorant colony on the gentler slopes.

Signs of new life in the dunes
Rockhopper mum
Penguin egg for dinner – why the Rockhoppers aren’t keen on Skuas
Rock Cormorants and Sheathbill in pleasing geometry
Me watching him watching me
Well I got a picture, don’t think he did
Sheathbills (a scavenger) flying towards King Cormorant colony
King Cormorant

After anchoring off Bleaker next morning saw us heading out for Bulls Point on the main East Island. From the beach where we landed a circular walk took in a further beach where Sea Lions were to be seen then on up to the top of some shallow cliffs giving access to Rockhopper and Rock Cormorant colonies. When walking up to the cliff we were hit by a short sharp rainstorm with attendant rainbow and good lighting across the cliffs in its aftermath.

On the beach, some small details
Way of the penguin
Ashy Headed Goose, hadn’t seen these before
Gaggle of Gentoo
Moulting Sea Lions. These are youngsters undergoing their first moult at around one year
Looks like he needs swimming goggles
The promise
Across the cliffs after the storm
A last farewell from the Gentoo

As today was 5th December in the Dutch tradition Christmas gifts are given. To mark this occasion we were to have a Pink Elephant event in the evening. Over the previous couple of weeks we had all been labouring away to produce an anonymous gifts, these gifts were duly wrapped and placed in a sack. Names were drawn and the ‘lucky’ person got to select a gift and open it in front of all. However, when your name was drawn you did not have to take a gift but could elect to steal one that had already been revealed. Any one gift could only be stolen twice so the second thief became the permanent owner. The person who’s gift had been stolen then had the option of selecting a further gift or stealing another but they couldn’t steal back the one that they had just lost. This led to a very entertaining evening and there were some well crafted imaginative gifts to be had.

The plan from here had been to sail to Sea Lion Island which was to be our last port of call in The Falkland Islands. Unfortunately this plan was scuppered by two vagrancies of the weather, firstly it was considered that the sea state was probably to wild to make the landing but, more importantly, if we were to stay around the Falklands for the additional day required for this visit we would be arriving at the entrance to the Straights of Magellan when gale force winds were being forecast, not a good prospect. Accordingly next morning (6th Dec) we would set sail for Chile with the aim of being at a safe anchorage before the storm struck.

For the next 3 days, due to the fact that we were heading more or less directly into the prevailing wind, we were motor sailing with just jib and stay sails set to help stabilise the vessel. The conditions on this leg were predominately rough with snow and rain squalls blowing through and big seas running with us shipping a considerable number of waves leading to several very damp watches. On the 9th we arrived into the Straights early in the morning and proceeded into the passage in fine weather but with increasing stronger winds. Arriving at the anchorage where we were to pick up the pilot the next day we duly dropped both anchors in an attempt to hold position. This ‘sheltered anchorage’ turned out to be anything but sheltered with us taking the full force of the wind and waves resulting in the anchors dragging and having to run the engines a full ahead to hold station and prevent further dragging of the anchors. Fortunately, during the next day the winds moderated and we were able to take the pilot required for straights on board at about 16.00 when we then sailed for Punta Arenas under motor. With the wind and currents now actually with us we ran through the night making up to 12Kn and arrived at the Punta Arenas anchorage at 03.30 0n the 11th where we would remain until we went alongside next morning, effectively the end of the trip. To celebrate or arrival we had a BBQ on deck in the evening with all Permeant and Voyage Crew in attendance.

Thursday 12th saw us move into the town jetty where we cleared Chilean formalities and could then go ashore before coming back on board for our last night on The Europa.

Oil rigs at the entrance to Straights of Magellan
Last escort from Commerson’s Dolphins
Still carrying a bit of sail into the straights
Giant Petrels had been with us throughout
Paul & Jordi remove the last of the canvas for the last time
Paulina enjoys a last sunset from the anchorage
Rubens (Crew) securing things up on the bowsprit
A man of trade joining as at the Punta Arenas anchorage
Sun rising over our last day at sea
Punta Arenas waking up.

So the last of the first episode of my Southern journeys but there will be one more blog on The Bark Europa where I’ll try to sum up my thoughts and feelings about the experience.

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