A Sojourn in Patagonia, Punta Arenas

Europa drawfed by small coastal tanker and what I understand to be a private yacht as she sails out of Punta Arenas for Antarctica. The end of one story and the beginning of a new one.

Having parted company with the Europa I was to spend a few days in and around Punta Arenas before heading north for Puerto Natales (Chile) and El Calafate and El Chalten in Agentinian Patagonia which meant I was still in town to see Europa leaving on her next adventure. Completing the passage through the Straights of Magellan, across the Drake Passage and on to Antarctica. Was I a little sad to see her go and did I wish that I could have been with her, just a bit 🙁

The time in Punta Arenas was put to good use exploring the area and catching up with Emails and this blog. Having been established in the 1840’s as a penal colony the city soon grew in importance and gave creadance to Chile’s claim for soverienty over the Straights of Magellan. It became an important location for ships passing through the straights and, as with Stanley, became the grave yard of many of the brave old ladies when the southern seas finally beat them into submission. An influx of European immigrants driven by a gold rush and sheep farming boom in the late 1800s drove its further development to become the capital city for this region and, with a population of 100,000+, it is now the most populous and coldest city in the far south of Southern America. Today Puntas Arenas is one of the major gateways for trips to Antarctica.

Part of the rational behind Europa’s current circumnavigation was to celebrate Magellan’s similar voyage 5 centries earlier.

The city has a small city feel to it and is generally made up of one or two story buildings spralled over a large area. Many districts consist of what looks like poor quality housing and the general feeling is that there is not a great level of prosperity although there is evidence of considerable wealth amongst some sectors of the population. This disparity between the haves and have nots is one of the issues driving the high levels of civil unrest being experienced in Chile. Many business in town are boarded up with doors only open during business hours and locked down at night. Things do get a bit lively around the central square and adjacent police headquarters at night and these are quite close to the hostel where I stay. Generally the atmosphere is not particularly threatening although, on one occasion when things seemed extra boisterous, I chose a circuitous route back to avoid this area.

The internet café where I work (a Santander bank facility) has boarded up windows but they were obviously a bit slow boarding up the upper section.
Water canon outside of police HQ shows evidence of being subject to a respray by protesters which suggests that the suppression of the protests may not be as harsh as might be expected.

When walking around it is apparent that the local talent for painting inaminate objects has reached a higher level than that exhibited by the protesters with, as in Montevideo some impressive wall art.

Harking back to an earlier time
Novel spin on giving your property a face lift

There, again in common with Montevideo, are a number of quite impressive bronzes around the city most of which seem to be dedicated to Magellan.

Magellan memorial in central square
The seated Indian figure at the base of the memorial has a very polished foot – good luck charm?
Memorial to Magellan’s voyage on the sea front.

Escaping from the town 7 miles East into the hills behind takes me into Reserva Nacional Magallanes which is a forest reserve with a number of hiking trails and view points (miradors). Here I completed the main circuit of the reserve and then exited from the smaller Northern gate into the valley of Rio de Las Minas which runs down into the North end of the city. The reserve is mainly forested with just a few of the high points around the miradors being open heathland. The trees around the edges of the woodland where they are unprotected are heavily sculpted by the prevailing winds taking on pronounced leans and twisted limbs. Reflecting the air quality they are dressed in flowing lichen.

At the edge of a mirador the trees are scupted by the winds
Path through the enchanted forest
Heathland of low level shrub and ….
Calafate, a fruiting bush synonymous with the region
View from mirador Zapador Austral over the city. Europa is berthed behind the large cruise ship – believe me, she is there.
Rudimentary picnic shelter
Evidence that some of the current heathland once hosted large trees
These bright orange ‘eggs’ were quite common. They are soft to the touch and I suspect them to be some form of fungal growth.

Having excited the park I followed the track down through open land where there were locals herding cattle on horseback and others picnicking by the river. As the town was approached low quality but interesting housing could be seen alongside the track. I finally reached my accommodation approximately 5 hours after starting to walk, tired but invigorated – was good to get some miles in and the walk provided variety and interest throughout.

2cv custom
The home associated with the 2cv. The roof ornament suggests a bit of a motor head, there was also an old VW Beetle on the grounds.

The day was rounded of by a walk on the beach to say goodbye to the Bark Europa with the next target to get to El Calafate Argentina.

Company on the beach

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.