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 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

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.