Thursday, February 6, 2014

Glorious Antarctic Summer Day


3 Feb 2014 – Sunny Antarctica: Paradise Bay, Dalman Bay, Willemina Bay, Astrolabe Island.

Antarctica is usually whipped by strong winds, under low hanging clouds or blinding snow storms, but today we enjoy one in a million days. The ice pilot aboard ship remarked that in his thirty years of Antarctice life and travels he has never seen a perfectly clear day with mirror smooth seas as we enjoy today.

Without much explanation, may the photos speak for themselves.  Imagine them ten thousand times enlarged, with nothing but silence around, every magnificent scene mirrored below the horizon…..words are not adequate to describe it.

 

Whale descending into the deep

Blue Ice

Glacier Ice close up...not an imperfection in the crystalline sculpted piece

Immense Sky over a vast and magnificent land and seascape

Gentoos heading for the sea

Seal enjoying his private porch
 

Antarctic wind swept sky

An azure pool inside a large iceberg

Some of these mountains are over 3000 meters high - and are dwarfed in a photo

Surprisingly enough, there are a few scattered navigational aids in this remote area of the Antarctic Peninsular...seals and penguins enjoy the rocky outcrop

Sun - Sea - Sky - Glacier covered mountains

Huge Icebergs fill the still bays...

Over and over one is surprised and awed by the beauty and azure colour of icebergs

Reflection in an ice strewn sea

1/10th above and 9/10th below - imposing on either side

Vibrant blue foot of an iceberg

Chilean Base - the surrounding mountains and glaciers were visible for the first time for me. During the last two passages, it was blowing a blizzard, and one could hardly make out the outcrop of land, where the base is situated, never mind any of the surrounding landscape

The Chilean scientist went ashore and waved their National Flag...some only dressed in t-shirts

And the other inhabitants of the base - several tens of thousand of noisy, braying and smelly penguins, who totally ignore humans, machinery and buildings and carry on raising their young

Fat seals sun baking

And another gloriously hued mountain of ice...

Leopard seal, the most aggressive of Antarctic Seals, not even hesitating to attack humans above water or when diving into the Ocean

Flying the European Union Flag, the three-master motored it's way through the spectacular channels...

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

2 February 2014 Anvers Island and Surrounds, Antarctica


As far South as we are going to go...

Mother and Baby Whale beside the ship

Glorious Iceberg formations all around...

Gentoo Penguins resting on a large iceberg...
 

Drake Passage has been kind to us on the sail south towards Palmer Archipelago on the northernmost tip of the Antarctic Peninsula. At 63 degrees latitude, it is – in that regard – comparable to the latitude of Anchorage, Alaska. But there the similarities end…

Before us a vast expanse of ice and snow covered mountains, sloping into the sea with miles of glaciers, which terminate in vertical cliffs at sea level. The sea of white is interspersed with black towering cliffs terminating in rocky peaks, too steep for a permanent snow cover, but veined with traces of snow in crevasses and cliff ledges.
Una's Tits - yes, that what these twin peaks in Lemaire Channel have been named by a long gone explorer...

Penguin Highway...the brown traces lead up to nests higher up the rocky cliff...

A rare passage - we actually sailed through the entire Lemaire Channel, which for a change was ice free. We met this stately sail boat heading the opposite way..

A never ending variety of shapes and forms..
 

Everyone out on deck, despite bitter cold and a wind chill factor to freeze even through the best layered outfits in minutes. People gravitated to the lee side of the ship, and some of us discovered an unlikely hot spot on the highest open deck – just beside the hot air vents of the ship.

Visibility was incredibly clear, unusual for Antarctica.

Humpback whales fed singly or in groups, Minke whales sped through the crystalline waters, penguins porpoised along the surface, Antarctic bird life soared and flapped all around the ship.
Seal Siesta on an ice floe

Seals underneath swirls of clear water

Clear waters show the shape of a small iceberg underwater - the other 90%

Palmer Station Personnel heading back to their base...a long cold journey.
 

Palmer Station, a year round Antarctic US research base, lay a few miles ahead on Anvers Island, half hidden by icebergs and scattered reefs. Researchers and Scientist from the base were on their way to the ship in a black Zodiac, to board the ship for a rare ‘visit to civilization’, a good lunch, and a presentation of their work in the Antarctic.

We headed off the Lemaire Channel, one of the most scenically impressive passages on the Antarctic Peninsular with the Palmer Base personnel aboard.

We were in rare luck, as the passage proved to be ‘passable’. A rare and precious occurrence indeed, as the passage is ‘plugged up’ with icebergs most of the time, and a ship of the size of the Prinsendam cannot maneuver between these giant obstacles.

So we glided through the utter silence, the pristine beauty of the ice and rock of the shore. Seals basked on ice flows, digesting their latest meal of fish or penguin. Gentoo Penguins obliged, posing on their ice flows – and the sun started to break through the clouds and lighting up the icy land scape with drama and indescribable beauty.
Gerlache Strait at sunset

Evening Light striking snow covered slopes along Neumayer Channels
 

We passed through the entire Lemaire Channel, a first for me, after two previous attempts in 2007 and 2010 had to be abandoned due to too much ice. Glorious, majestic….one cannot find adequate words.

By mid-afternoon we had returned to the vicinity of Palmer Station and the researches left the ship and left a couple of large chunks of glacier ice behind – for mixing with old Scotch. Unfortunately these chunks made it to a display on a bar, but not into anybody’s drinks, as ship authorities considered it ‘unclean’.

As daylight lasts long into the night there was plenty of time left to pass through Gerlache and Neumayer Channels  before heading out into sea for the night – safer there, less chance to hit an iceberg.

The evening sun provided unexpected highlights on the mountain peaks surrounding us, making for a spectacular sunset cruise.

Heading off into a frozen night...
 

Ushuaia - El Fin Del Mundo, The End of the World

Ushuaia Lighthouse in Beagle Channel, it's base rock covered with guano from the hundreds of sea birds nesting here

Los Cinquo Hermanos, the Five  Brothers, Ushuaia's signature crest

Souvenir carving on local tree species

The three Ushuaia CLaims to fame apart from being so far south: Penguins, Prisoners and Canadian Beavers...

A loooong story behind this - Great Britain and Argentina disputing over the Malvinas/Falkland Islands


Now we are really in the southernmost town on our Globe – Ushuaia. Situated on the Island of Tierra del Fuego at the Beagle Channel, with a backdrop of the extreme of the Andes and Mount Cinquo Hermanos as the signature peak, it covers the lower slopes surrounding Ushuaia Bay.
We docked – no tendering today. Several Antarctic Explorer ships and a couple of supply ships shared the town dock with us.
I had booked a drive to Lago Escondido, a sweet water lake inland and across Garibaldi Pass, along the one and only road connecting mainland Argentina and continental South America.
Beech Tree leafs, smaller than our northern version

Nordic Skiing and Downhill Skiing are popular winter sports here. Dog Sledding finds ideal conditions, and these pooches are working summer and winter either on wheeled sleds or the real thing, depending on season

Mid summer in Ushuaia, which is relatively mild due to the influence of the sea

Lupins thrive here, and many local gardens and parks are filled with them.

The ‘hinterland’ of Ushuaia is a lonely place with hardly any human habitation. High mountains and glacier covered high plateaus surround beech covered valleys. Many peat bogs and wet lands form the base of these valleys. Canadian Beaver, imported many years ago to start a pelt industry, have bred themselves into pest status, and with their dams have not only killed many of the trees through flooding, but also have changed the land scape significantly. Attempts are underway to curtail their spread, and – with luck – eliminate them altogether.
However, Argentina has imported various species of trout, and stocked local sweet water lakes with them to encourage sport fishing (income through licenses) and commercial fishing.
I saw the odd broom plants speckling the land scape with their distinct yellow blossoms and hope, that this bush does not outgrow local flora.
Lake Escondido is indeed quite hidden (Escondido). A fish hatchery and a few fishing cabins lined the shore, and one could marvel at the ‘old’ winding gravel road, which used to be the only overland way across Tierra del Fuego. The now paved road is kept passable throughout the year, to ensure uninterrupted supply of food and other necessities for the small town.
Beaver Dam and dead tree trunks

Lake Escondido

The Old Gravel Road winding its way across mountain passes and valleys

Ushuaia Backyard with Lupins

Back in town I headed for a ‘mariscos’ (seafood) restaurant, as there is nothing better than fresh fish from the cold Antarctic waters. I finished up in Restaurant Villagio. Villagio was the name of Ushuaia’s first neighbourhood, built in 1948 by Italian immigrants who had arrived on October 28th aboard the steamer Genova.
Giant Centollas (crab) await their fate in Restaurant Villagio

1948 - Italian Immigrants in Ushuaia, then called Villagio

Penguins everywhere....souvenirs of  any size, kind, material, and for any pocketbook

Those Italian men and women worked for the Bolognese construction firm Carlos Borsari, which had been engaged by the Argentinian Government to carry out a number of public works in the region, one of which may have been the maximum security prison – now a museum and art gallery.
Italian influence was deliciously evident in the Spaguetti con Crema de Cebolla, in plain English: just prepared fresh pasta unlike any spaghetti I have ever tasted buried in solid chunks of crab, green onions, and barely seared cherry tomatoes. You know it is good, when one has to search for the pasta amongst the heaps of solid crab…a culinary delight.

Embarking to head for Antarctica across Drake Passage tonight….