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  • Day28

    Falkland Islands/フォークランド諸島

    January 28, 2020 in Falkland Islands ⋅ 🌧 9 °C

    After 2 days of traveling, we arrived in the Falkland Islands to strong wind and rain. Unfortunately we couldn't get off the ship, and the tour to see penguins was canceled. 😞 We are on our way to cruise pass Antarctica for several days. I am looking forward to seeing the scenery.
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    Satoshi Murata

    Look so cold. You need the winter attire😞

    Wendy E

    Can’t predict weather, keep safe and warm.

    Funatabi Cruises

    It is summer here, but it is cold around 10C or 45F. I hope the sun comes back

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  • Day8

    Tiere auf den Falklandinseln

    November 21, 2019 in Falkland Islands ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C

    Man fahrt sicherlich nicht nur wegen der bewegten Geschichte auf die Falklandinseln. Die Tierwelt ist einzigartig, auch wenn viele nicht einheimische Arten die Inseln prägen. Z.B. ist der gelb Ginster nett anzusehen, auf die Inseln gehört er nicht.
    Die Pinguine sind sehr nett an den Südseeartigen Ständen anzusehen. Neben Gänse, Enten, diversen Seevögeln haben wir auch Defline und Robben gesehen.
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    Andreas Nowotny

    Da will ich auch mal hin

  • Dec11

    Stanley, Falkland Islands

    December 11, 2019 in Falkland Islands ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C

    Falkland Islands. Penguins. Private Guide, Carlos.

    We had a leisurely breakfast this morning and got on the tender for a 20-minute ride to the port city of Stanley which is the capital of Falkland Islands. The tender held 150 people and was modern and comfortable. When we got off, we saw lots of guides holding signs offering private tours. It was only 11 o’clock, and we realized there really wasn’t much to see right at the port and we would have a long wait for our included tour scheduled at 3:00. We decided to choose a private tour guide, Carlos. He took Lee to a bank to get some money because the guides don’t take credit cards and only accept The Falkland Pound. While I was waiting for Lee to get the money, I saw across the bay, white stones spelling out the names of ships. Endurance, Protector, Beagle, Clyde, Barracuda and Dumbarton. It turned out that these are the names of ships that have provided prolonged periods of protection for the islanders and are still in action.

    Carlos was born in Chile and stayed there until he was about 16 when he moved to New Jersey in the States. He returned to Chile when he was 20 and fell in love, married and had 2 girls. He moved to The Islands about 6 years ago when his girls were 12 and 10. When we asked him why he liked the Falklands so much he said it was very safe and secure, free of crime and drugs. Education is paid for including University off island, if the student elects to go to a university. In this case, the government pays the base rate and the student tops up depending on their choice of university.

    He gave a lot of random information along the way. Remarkably there are about 200 sheep for every person in this starkly beautiful archipelago, yet the Falklands are also known for their biological diversity. Five penguin species call the islands home, from the King penguins that waddle along Volunteer Beach to the Gentoo and Magellanic Penguins on further shores.

    -There is only one bank in Stanley, two supermarkets, five bars and two churches.
    -With the soil being clay, it’s hard to grow much of anything and he gave us some examples of pricing at the grocery store. One avocado cost 3/1/2 Falkland pounds, ($6.10 Canadian ) I litre of milk costs 1 pound and 3 pence.($2.26)
    -He told us that if he hits a sheep on the highway that he has to take it to a vet. The vet by virtue of tags knows how to contact the owner and the owner will tell him how much he needs to pay and then you can take the sheep home and eat it if you want.
    -They don’t use the water in the lakes but rather collect and recycle water from the mountains and rainwater.
    -They have one horse racetrack in Port Stanley, but betting is illegal in this country. However, they open the racetrack for special holidays including over Christmas and New Year’s.
    -Windmills provide about 60% of the hydro power for the island.

    On our 1-hour drive to see the penguins at Bertha's Beach, we passed through one of the largest farms on the island called Fitzroy. It was named after Captain Robert FitzRoy of HMS Beagle that Darwin sailed with in 1833. It is now owned by Luciano Benneton owner of the Italian clothing company Benneton. He owns several farms totalling 2,220,00 acres. The Spanish name for sheep farms is Estancias.

    We also passed by the military base, RAF Mount Pleasant, which has its own school as well as the islands International airport. Just the day before, a Chilean Hercules plane crashed somewhere in the ocean just off the coast of the Falklands and all 32 people on board are feared lost. We saw the rescue planes searching for floating debris. We saw where the cargo ships dock at Mare Harbour necessitating all goods to be transported by truck for an hour before reaching Stanley. Currently, the harbour at Stanley is too shallow for ships to dock, (which is why we had to tender in).

    Once we reached Bertha's Beach, we walked about 300 meters towards the beach and saw hundreds of sheep with their newly born lambs and hundreds more Gentoo penguins hopping up towards three separate large nesting sites, about 300 meters from the ocean. They all mill around with each other, sheep and penguins, neither bothering the other. These penguins grow up to three feet tall and are a riot to watch. Their eggs are just now hatching, some have one chick and others have two. They are very organized in caring for their young and one parent does not leave the chicks until the parent takes over and moves onto the nest. In this way, they keep the eggs warm and safe from predators.

    The drive back was over the same route and Carlos graciously took us to Gypsy Cove, the destination of the tour we would have otherwise taken. It was fairly close to the ship. The location was a very expansive beach and there were maybe a thousand Magellanic penguins moving back from the beach to the burrows that they dug for a nest (rather like Groundhog holes) up on the hills. These penguins are shorter than the Gentoos at about 2 feet. How they hop up the steep cliffs back to their burrows is hard to understand but they do. They will get to within about 15 feet of humans and just wait till they move, to continue their trip back to their burrows.

    Known as the Islas Malvina's to Argentines, the Falkland Islands are a British overseas territory comprising 770 small islands. The population of the Falklands is only about 5,000 people. The islands were uninhabited when discovered by Europeans. France established a colony on the islands in 1764. In 1765, a British captain claimed the islands for Britain. In early 1770 a Spanish commander arrived from Argentina with five ships and 1,400 soldiers forced the British to leave Port Egmont. Britain and Spain almost went to war over the islands, but the British government decided that it should withdraw its presence from many overseas settlements in 1774. Spain, which had a garrison at Puerto Soledad on East Falklands, administered the garrison from Montevideo until 1811 when it was compelled to withdraw by pressures resulting from the Peninsular War. In 1833, the British returned to the Falkland Islands and had sovereignty. The government of Argentina continued to have a hard time accepting this.

    At a time when the president of Argentina was experiencing problems at home with low approval ratings, he decided that declaring a war to reclaim the islands would bolster his approval rate. Argentina invaded the islands on 2 April 1982.
    At the same time Margaret Thatcher was experiencing the same problems in the UK and it was a perfect opportunity to take action and retaliate. The British responded with an expeditionary force that culminated in Argentina surrendering. It was a nasty war, lasting 10 weeks, taking the lives of 649 Argentine military and 255 British and 3 Falkland citizens. And the casualties for both sides to military aircraft and ships was extensive. One of Argentina’s strategies to protect the Falklands from the inevitable British invasion, was to plant up to 30,000 land mines along the shores where they expected the invasion to land. Some of the mines were cleared after the war and those areas that were still not cleared were fenced off. While we were watching the penguins, we saw a party of 6 men on the beach in yellow suits, all from Zimbabwe, who were searching for land mines left behind and still not discovered from the war between the UK and Argentina in 1982. Partway through the production of the mines, they changed from metal to plastic, so are very hard to detect. There are 5 more areas to clear at this time, but they expect to be finished by next year.

    On the final leg back to the ship we passed by the wreck of Lady Elizabeth, a cargo ship carrying lumber from Vancouver. On the 4th of December, 1912 it encountered severe weather halfway through the voyage and was damaged just off Cape Horn. The Captain ordered the ship to the nearest port for repairs. Lady Elizabeth altered course for Stanley, Falkland Islands. 24 km outside Port Stanley, Lady Elizabeth struck a rock. The ship began to sink but was able to get to Port Stanley for repairs. She was declared unseaworthy and converted into a coal hulk. February 17 1936 her mooring lines broke during a storm and she drifted to where she now lies on her side in Whalebone Cove in Stanley Harbour rusting away.

    Our final stop was to buy a copy of the local weekly newspaper, called, appropriately, The Penguin News!

    We thoroughly enjoyed this private tour and definitely saw a lot more than if we had been on the ship’s planned tour.

    Tonight, the entertainment was Beatlemania, a fun hour long program led by the ships vocalists.
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  • Day17

    West Point

    November 26, 2019 in Falkland Islands ⋅ ☁️ 8 °C

    Today we are landing on West Point, which will be our final port of call for this expedition cruise. We overnighted in the bay outside Carcass Island, and early this morning made the short journey over to our present position. Landings are beginning at 09:00, so it’s time for a quick breakfast.

    My first surprise of the day comes before I’ve even left the breakfast table. I’m quietly sat here minding my own sausages when a lady comes over and introduces herself with the words “this is going to sound a bit weird”. This lady, who I’ve never clapped eyes on before, then proceeds to name both my brother and sister-in-law, and knows that they’re soon to have a baby. Yes madam, this is indeed sounding weird. It turns out that this lady, Yvonne, has a daughter named Hannah, who is in the same antenatal classes as my sister-in-law, and is due to give birth on the same day. Apparently Hannah had put two and two together on hearing stereo tales of Antarctic visits from her mum and from Anneliese and deduced that we must be on the same boat. As if the world could be any smaller!

    My group is landing at 09:40, so I spend a good few minutes trying to decide what footwear to choose. Yesterday, I was glad to be rid of the huge clunky rubber boots - at least I was, until the water soaked through my walking shoes. Today the weather looks equally foreboding, and our landing site is “a little walk” from the stuff we’ve actually come to see, over a “slight rise” (aka a long way up a bloody big hill - never trust an expedition director’s assessment of gradient or distance, I’ve learned that much at least on this trip!) I opt for the shoes again, reasoning that the added weight of the rubber boots (which clock in at about a stone each) won’t help me get up that hill.

    Just getting to shore is proving difficult this morning. Although the sea isn’t especially rough, there is one hell of a swell, meaning that entry onto the zodiacs is challenging - the sides of the little boats are either a foot above the launch platform or two feet below it, or most likely at some point in between. You have to time it right, and I watch with concern as several people get it slightly wrong. Of course, as I’m waiting on the platform for the next boat to pull in, a big swell pushes up from beneath the platform and ejects a large jet of icy water up through the grating. And guess where that cold water went? Having just performed an involuntary Marilyn Monroe involving both trouser legs, I finally make my soggy way onto the zodiac for the short trip across the bay.

    Landing is mercifully much easier than boarding, and we are briefed by the excursion director, who is now standing in front of his lie. He concedes that this bit is a little steep, but then it’s a gentle downwards slope afterwards to the albatross nesting site. There is a Land Rover available for people with mobility issues to take them to the site, he tells us, but they don’t have much capacity, so if we can walk, then we should. Knowing that there’s are a few people onboard with walking frames etc, I don’t feel my potentially-arthritic (though probably psychosomatic) bad knee really qualifies me for a ride, so I grab two hiking poles and stride off up the hill. When faced with physical exertion, I have a tendency to go off rapidly in the hope that it’s all over before my body realises what’s happening. However, in this case I’ve yet again been sold a pup, as the there are several more climbs to be made before I even begin to notice that we’re rounding the top of the hill. Sweaty and agitated, I press on.

    At a point where it flattens out, we notice a large bird on the grass in front of us. It seems very unconcerned by our presence, so we advance a little. This is a Striated Caracara (thank you, Google). Known around these parts as the Johnny Rook, this is a large member of the falcon family, which preys on small penguins and lambs. Although today it seems mostly interested in an orange flag that’s attached to a fence post. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this close to such a large bird in the wild - it’s amazing to watch. It’s not alone either, as across the field there are several more perched on fences, watching this strange procession of fluorescent-hooded, red jacketed figures with walking sticks.

    After a ‘short walk’ of several kilometres, we arrive at the cliff face. Here, there’s a circular path that takes us within spitting distance of the nesting albatrosses. This doesn’t bother them, we’ve been told, and there’s a line of dense tall grass which provides a curtain for us to approach from behind. As Rick and I are waiting for our turn to follow the trail, we notice Anne getting out of the Land Rover. Anne is one of the people I mentioned who walks with a frame, and she’s struggling a little with just a stick on this uneven ground, so we go to help her. She really wants to go see the albatrosses, but like most of this trip, it’s really not geared up for people with mobility issues. The guide says she will just have to watch from the top, but that doesn’t seem awfully fair to us, so we decide to help her ourselves. So with one of us supporting each of her arms, moving very slowly, and going totally the wrong way around the circuit, we help her down to where the albatrosses are. The expedition leader isn’t thrilled and tells us so, as we’re now holding the whole queue up, but I’m certainly not about to stop - we’re not doing anything dangerous, and Anne wants to see the albatrosses, the same as everyone else. We finally make it to the viewing spot, and it is amazing - we’re just feet from these giants, and the rockhopper penguins that nest amongst them are cute as hell. But the best thing of all is the look of enjoyment on Anne’s face. The return journey is equally slow, but everyone is patient and supportive. The expedition leader comes over and apologises for being short with us, which I’m glad to hear - if the company is happy to take her money, then she should get the same opportunities as the rest of us.

    Back at the top, I was about to queue up for the Land Rover to take me back, having complained the whole way here about how difficult the walk was. But helping Anne just now, who was clearly struggling but super determined, has made me feel frankly ashamed at how much I whinge about physical activity. So, instead, I walk the however-many-kilometres back to the boat dock, where a restorative cup of tea has now been thoroughly earned. Another amazing day of truly memorable experiences.

    Tonight, we begin our journey back to the mainland, crossing this time through the northern entrance to the Magellan Strait. We will disembark in Punta Arenas on Thursday.
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    Rosalind Scott

    Bits of this blog are making me quite emotional! So lovely of you to help that woman.

  • Day16

    Carcass Island

    November 25, 2019 in Falkland Islands ⋅ 🌧 8 °C

    Dear god, the sea was an angry mare last night. Our smooth crossings of the Drake Passage clearly must be paid for, somehow. I nearly rolled right out of my bed, twice. Breakfast was a correspondently subdued affair this morning, with many of my fellow passengers looking rather green around the gills. Miraculously, I’m not one of them. Somehow my body seems to have developed this innate talent for getting seasick even when sitting in wet grass, but yet is able to weather an actual storm with surprising resolve. Explain that, medical science!

    Today, we are in the West Falklands, and in a deviation to our published schedule, we will be landing on Carcass Island (named for the navy warship), rather than on New Island. Apparently this is another fortuitous turn of events, because the landing directly after New Island was then to be West Point, and allegedly the two are pretty much identical in terms of scenery, so this way we get to see something different. Carcass Island is located in the north, and is the largest of the West Point island group. The island is owned by the McGill family, who have run it as a sheep farm for over a hundred years. Carcass is unusual among the Falklands, as it is one of the few to be free from introduced predators like rats and cats, so it is a bird-life paradise. It’s also one of the few islands where we might see the tiny Cobb’s wren. I’ve broken out the binoculars and am now in full-on geeky ornithologist mode. Bring on the birds!

    The day’s first excitement is prompted by an announcement over the PA system informing us that there’s a pod of dolphins outside the ship, playing in the wake of the zodiacs, so we dash to the windows and peer down. Indeed, there are 4 or 5 of these beauties jumping out of the water and chasing the zodiacs as they begin shuttling people over to the island. The next announcement is to tell us that it’s wet, windy and choppy out there, and as such, the boat ride is likely to result in an icy dousing, so it’s quickly back to the cabin to dig out the waterproof over-trousers. By the time we get to the launch platform, we can see they weren’t kidding - the rain is horizontal and the zodiacs are soaked, which then leads to a dramatic slip into the boat by an elderly American lady as we are boarding our transfer. Thankfully, despite initial impressions, she’s not badly hurt, so off we go.

    The weather on Carcass Island is decidedly Scottish - an impression that is enhanced by the thick yellow gorse bushes lining the bay into which we are sailing. This could honestly be somewhere the Hebrides. Once ashore, we’re told that Leopard Beach, the glorious white-sand cove with its resident Magellanic Penguins that we’ve come to see, is actually a 5-mile round hike from this point. I’m not super impressed - if I wanted a muddy hike in a gale I could’ve got one much closer to home. Anyway, hiking pole at the ready, off I set, figuring that I can always turn back when I’ve had enough.

    That point comes roughly one mile into the trek, after the peaty track has rendered my inadequate footwear utterly waterlogged and the driving rain has completely washed any fun from the whole endeavour. At this stage, I don’t think I’m so desperate to see more penguins that this is worth it. Rick is striding off into the distance, so I’ll nab a few of his pictures when he gets back.

    Turning round and heading back turns out to be a much more pleasant experience, as the driving rain that was in my face is now at my back, so I can finally wipe my glasses and see where I’m going. There’s quite a lot of bird-life here too that I’d been missing - beside the path as I retreat is a family of upland geese, with three little goslings nibbling on the wet grass. Falklands thrushes are also plentiful, as are Magellanic oystercatchers. Unfortunately I don’t get to see the fabled Cobb’s wren, but conditions were far from ideal. Back at Port Patterson - the island’s only settlement - the owners have invited us in for tea and cakes (yes, all 380 of us!) Presumably they must be getting paid for this, as the cakes are being replenished faster than they can be eaten.

    Once we’ve all had our fill, it’s back over to the boat launch for the return trip across the bay. This time, our passage is flanked on either side by the dolphins, who are keeping pace with the zodiac through the water. It’s an amazing sight! So amazing, in fact, that by the time we reach the ship, I’m so preoccupied taking pictures that I end up being knocked off my seat when the inflatable wall of the zodiac comes into contact with the ship’s landing platform. Lying on my back in a wet dinghy, with concerned faces peering over me, I take stock for a second to see if anything is damaged (aside from my dignity, which is always the first thing to go). My back hurts a little, but I don’t think I’ve done it any more damage than was already there, so they help me up and back onto the ship, whereby some obliging member of staff takes it upon themselves to hose down my non-waterproof, nearly-dried shoes with icy water. Thanks a million, madam.

    Finally onboard and dried off, I take my place on the promenade deck with many others and watch what is frankly the highlight of the day - the dolphins. There are now 12 of them (these are Commerson’s dolphins), racing each zodiac boat in turn and jumping out of the water. From above, their white and black colouration makes them quite easy to see as they move under the water. They’re absolutely wonderful to watch.

    Tonight we’ll be staying in the vicinity, as tomorrow’s landing is on West Point, just 6 miles away. Hopefully the sea will give us a calmer night - half of the boat is still walking around like zombies from lack of sleep caused by yesterday’s rough passage.
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    Rosalind Scott

    Bird nerd. Those might be the most beautiful dolphins I've ever seen! I hope your back turns out to be OK. X

  • Day15


    November 24, 2019 in Falkland Islands ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    As we sail towards the Falkland Islands this morning, the wind is gusting strongly, and sea spray is giving my cabin window a regular dousing. Nevertheless, the boat seems fairly solid in the water, and my expected feelings of queasiness haven’t materialised. We are due to be arriving around 09:30, and in contrast to the last time I was here on MV Aurora, we shall actually be docking at Stanley. Last time, this was one of the few ports where we had to go ashore using the tender boats, but for this cruise it’s entirely the opposite - this is the first time we will have docked since leaving Punta Arenas 12 days ago. As I’ve been here relatively recently, and as the only excursion that I would have been interested in doing is the exact same one I did last time, I’ve chosen to forego the organised activities today, and to have a lazy morning on the ship instead. I will go ashore in the afternoon, but for now, I’m content to have the run of a pretty empty boat. A solo sauna session is followed by a lone soak in the hot tub, after which I throw on a few layers and sit up on the deserted open deck with a steaming mug of coffee and go through some of my previous journal entries (my proofreader head is ashamed and appalled at some of the typos I’ve discovered looking back - I appeal for clemency based on the fact that I’m typing all of this on an iPhone, and I have fat fingers!)

    After an early lunch onboard, I gather my things and prepare to go ashore. The ship, although much smaller than Aurora, is still too big to dock anywhere near the town centre, so there is a courtesy bus running every 15 minutes for those of us who wish to make our own plans today. Rick has taken advantage of our unchaperoned day to the full, and has already set off for a long run around some of his old haunts - having served for the RAF in the Falklands 36 years ago, he’s keen to see how much things have changed. I have no such aspirations of extreme physical exertion, and I suspect not too much has changed since I was here in January of last year, so I take my place on the bus for the 8 minute ride into Stanley.

    It’s a fairly overcast day, and the wind is howling, but there’s a peaceful air to the place at the moment. Last time I was here, the town was crawling with the other 1,500 guests from Aurora: this time, we are much fewer in number, and most people seem to be on organised tours, so I get to experience a much sleepier Stanley than I was expecting. I make my way up to Victory Green, and plonk myself down on a park bench looking out over the bay and take stock.

    Stanley seems like a strange place. Last time I was here, I remember thinking it seems like an imagined version of a British seaside village from decades ago, except with more albatrosses. The place is still undeniably British in character - union flags are flying everywhere, along side the flag of the islands, which itself contains a union flag in its top left corner. There are certainly more red phone boxes here than I’ve seen back home in a long while. And the weather certainly has a UK seaside flavour to it - during the course of my 2-hour amble up and down the main promenade, it seems to cycle through spring, summer and autumn, twice. It could easily be some costal town in Scotland. It does seem utterly absurd to think that this place is actually just 450 miles from the coast of South America. I guess that’s probably Argentina’s point...

    Today, I get to take my time strolling around, unlike my last visit, which was a rather rushed affair. I meander my way down the main street, which runs parallel to the seafront, nipping into little gift shops as I go. I add a few souvenir pins to my collection, receiving a Falklands £5 note in my change, which I’ve never seen before, but which I promptly spend to get myself a hot drink in one of the little coffee shops. Afterwards, I walk down to the dockyards museum - I’m usually deathly allergic to museums, but everyone has been raving on about this one. It still doesn’t exactly blow my skirt up, but it’s not dreadful, and it’s something to do on a Sunday afternoon, I suppose.

    My walk takes me down to the Falklands Liberation Monument, which sits alongside a small bust of Margaret Thatcher. I’d been down to see this last time I was here, but it’s at least a landmark I remember. I spend a few minutes reading the names inscribed on the cenotaph - which I find I’m much more inclined to do now, since my own foray into genealogy, where I discovered that my great uncle was killed at sea during the Second World War - and then I begin a slow walk back towards the shuttle bus, stopping occasionally to appreciate the beautiful flowers in many of the seafront gardens.

    It’s time to get back on the ship and warm up. Tonight, we’ll be leaving Stanley in the early evening and making our way round to the West Island, where I believe the plan is more coastline landings with the zodiac boats. That is, we might, provided this damn wind dies down a little...

    Addendum: I’ve just finished writing this entry, and have walked up to the gift shop onboard to purchase my ration of Kettle Chips for the evening, when I make a horrifying discovery. Because we’re in port, the gift shop is shut, and won’t be opening again until tomorrow. It’s now 16:30. The supermarket in Stanley closes at 17:00 The next hopper bus doesn’t leave for 15 minutes, and it’s an 8 minute drive from the port. Only a desperate addict would even consider making the dash.

    Dammit. Hold my coffee...
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  • Day8


    November 21, 2019 in Falkland Islands ⋅ ☀️ 9 °C

    Heute Morgen haben wir nach zwei Tagen auf hoher See wieder Land gesichtet: Die Falklandinseln.
    Die sind einerseits viel größer als ich gedacht habe, auch die Lage ist eigentlich nicht wirklich am Ende der Welt: Breitengrad wie Hamburg.
    Es ist ist nach dem Sturm wieder ruhiger geworden. Wobei wir es auch nicht mehr als auf 3m Wellen geschafft haben.
    Stanley liegt in einem Naturhafen und wir mussten mit unserem Schiff durch eine Enge fahren. Das wäre sicherlich bei 13m Wellen, die es hier gestern noch hatte, wohl schwierig gewesen.
    Diesmal sind wir mit so einem Tender-Boot an Land gefahren. Städtchen und Insel ansehen.
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  • Day223

    Falkland Islands

    December 15, 2017 in Falkland Islands ⋅ 🌬 11 °C

    Even though we’re traveling on a luxurious ship with all the comforts you can imagine (champagne, sir?), this first stop on our trip helped us to quickly remember we’re in a very remote part of the world that few people will ever have the opportunity to see. The crazy part is that we still have a very long way to go to get somewhat close to where the early (and current) explorers and researchers traveled to document and preserve this incredible part of the world.
    Once we were cleared to get off the ship (very strict bio-security measures), we jumped into Land Rovers driven by locals over dense, spongy peat fields to visit a rock-hopper penguin colony. After hanging out with the penguins for an hour or so, we headed back to the capital, Port Stanley. We walked the main street and visited the very impressive museum that included a great exhibit presenting a local viewpoint of the short occupation and brutal war with Argentina in ’82. Before returning to the ship to begin 2 days of sailing to South Georgia we stopped in one of the pubs to enjoy a local pint.
    This is an amazing, unique, wind-swept group of islands, with a population of just 3,000 people. A beautiful and remote place.
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    Rowena Singer

    We didn't get a chance to see these particular penguins on the Antarctic peninsula, and I would have mis-categorized them as macaroni penguins. Great shot of a parent and its baby penguin looking straight at camera!

    Jessica Vibberts


  • Day29

    Falkland Islands

    February 1, 2018 in Falkland Islands ⋅ ☁️ 52 °F

    After passing through the Strait of Magellan we sailed northeast to the Falkland Islands, just missing a storm with 8-12 meter seas. The winds in this part of the world are impressive and this storm exacerbated that tendancy resulting in winds over 110 mph. Locals told us about a couple who was camping during the storm and sought refuge in a shipping container. The strong winds blew the shipping container down a hillside, severely injuring the couple inside. They were evacuated to Santiago, Chile and survived.

    The nearly 800 islands of the archipelago (almost 5000 square miles) have a population of only 3000 people and over a half million sheep. The local economy also relies on fisheries and tourism. The windblown, rolling, semiarid, treeless landscape has a peculiar beauty as you can see on the photo. We toured Stanley, the capital, which has a rustic British feel and the Stanley museum was particularly interesting, with the Falklcands War of 1982 figuring prominently in local history.
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    Cheryl Hassan

    We lived in Peru during that war. We listened to BBC, Voice of America, Radio Moscow and CBC (Canada) in order to get perspective and n what was going on in the Malvinas/Faulklands.

    Roland Zimmerman

    Looks soooooo good!

  • Day13

    Volunteer Point, Îles Malouines

    March 18, 2017 in Falkland Islands ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C

    Hier nous avons pris un quatre quatre pour voir des pingouins. Au début c'était tranquille sur la route puis on l'a quittée pour traverser la campagne. Ça bougeait tellement qu'à la fin on avait mal partout.

    Quand les pingouins vont dans l'eau, ils se dandinent jusqu'aux  vagues puis se jettent dedans. Les plus jeunes qui ont encore leur duvet de bébé, partent en courant car ils trouvent l'eau trop froide et ne sont pas encore "waterproof".


    Nous sommes allés voir des pingouins. Il y en a environ 15 000 répertoriés à Volunteer Point et trois sortes différentes.
    Le premier type est le pingouin King (mon préféré)
    . On le reconnaît car il a une tache orange derrière les "oreilles" et sur le cou. Il peut faire 2 bébés tous les 3 ans. Quant l'œuf arrive, les parents le couvent pendant 55 jours en se relayant, un peu la mère, un peu le père. Pendant que l'un couve, l'autre va chercher à manger. Tous les bébés et leurs parents sont réunis dans le même endroit. Cet endroit s'appelle la nurserie. Quand l'œuf éclot, les parents continuent à nourrir le bébé pendant 10 mois car il est encore trop jeune pour aller dans l'océan.
    Le deuxième type est le pingouin Magellan. Les pingouins Magellans ont un anneau blanc autour de la tête. Le troisième type est le pingouin gentoo. Il a un bec orange et des pattes jaunes.
    Un pingouin vit environ 20 ans.

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You might also know this place by the following names:

Falkland Islands (Islas Malvinas), Falklandinseln, Falkland Islands, Falklandeilande, Fɔlkman Aeland, የፎልክላንድ ደሴቶች, جزر فوكلاند, Folkland Adaları, Фолклэндскія астравы, Фолклендски острови, Maluwini Gun, ফকল্যান্ড দ্বীপপুঞ্জ, ཕལྐ་ལནྜ་གླིང་ཕྲན།, Inizi Falkland, Folklandska Ostrva, Illes Malvines, Falklandské ostrovy, Ynysoedd y Falkland, Falklandsøerne, Falkland ƒudomekpowo nutome, Νήσοι Φώκλαντ, Islas Malvinas, Falklandi saared, Malvinak, جزایر فالکلند, Duuɗe Falkland, Falklandinsaaret, Falklandsoyggjarnar, Îles Malouines, Oileáin Fháclainne, Illas Malvinas, ફૉકલૅંડ આઇલૅંડ્સ, Tsibiran Falkilan, איי פוקלנד, फ़ॉकलैंड द्वीप, Falklandi, Falkland-szigetek, Kepulauan Malvinas, Falklandseyjar, Isole Falkland, フォークランド諸島, ფალკლენდის კუნძულები, Visiwa vya Falkland, Falklandi qeqertaq, ಫ್ಹಾಕ್‌ಲ್ಯಾಂಡ್ ದ್ವೀಪಗಳು, 포클랜드 제도, Bizinga by'eFalikalandi, Bisanga bya Maluni, Falklando salos, Lutanda lua Maluni, Folklenda salas, Nosy Falkand, Фолкландски Острови, ഫാക്ക്‌ലാന്റ് ഐലന്റ്, फॉकलंड बेटे, ဖောက်ကလန် ကျွန်းစု, Falklandsøyene, फकल्याण्ड टापु, Falklandeilanden, Falklandsøyane, ଫଲ୍କଲ୍ୟାଣ୍ଡ ଦ୍ବୀପପୁଞ୍ଜ, Falklandy, Ilhas Malvinas, Inslas dal Falkland, Izinga rya Filikilandi, Insulele Falkland, Фолклендские о-ва, Falklandsullot, Âzûâ tî Mälüîni, ෆෝක්ලන්ත දූපත්, Falklandski otoki, Zvitsuwa zveFalklands, Jaziiradaha Fooklaan, Фокландска острва, Falklandsöarna, ஃபாக்லாந்து தீவுகள், ఫాక్ లేండ్ దీవులు, หมู่เกาะฟอล์กแลนด์, ʻOtumotu Fokuleni, Falkland Adaları, Фолклендські острови, فاکلینڈ آئلینڈز, Quần Đảo Falkland, Orílẹ́ède Etikun Fakalandi, 福克兰群岛, i-Falkland Islands

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