At some point during the night we passed into the "Furious Fifties" or the area south of the fiftieth latitude. Winds of 35 to 50 mph out of the west, temperature around plus 7 and slowly dropping, heavy mists and visibility is down to two or three miles from the crows nest. There is nothing in site with only a few gulls following in our wake, and the odd Albatross has been sighted.
Had a light lunch of fish, fried potatoes and left over Christmas Pudding. Tonight we will pass over the sixtieth latitude south as we continue into the Antarctic waters.
Sound like something out of an ancient mariner's diary? Or the start of a blood and guts sea farer's tale? Well the above is all true, except we are in a nice warm stateroom on the Veendam and the crows nest is the disco on the twelfth deck.
Today I sat up in the Crows Nest and watched the horizon and read part of the Shackleton saga of his Antarctic exploration where his ship froze in pack ice and crushed, yet somehow he managed to get his crew off the thawing ice pack, to a safe place on Elephant Island, then set off with five others in a life boat to get help. Six months later he returned with a rescue ship and all in the expedition survived. What a tale of survival, almost two years in this harsh environment from 1914-1916.
South of the Falklands are some of the roughest waters in the world, the Atlantic and Antarctic Oceans converge here and with the west winds out of the Pacific coming around the bottom of South America, it creates its own little tempest. Rough and then rougher.
We through the east side of Drake's Passage and into the Antarctic during the early morning of December 27 and the seas are much calmer. The Antarctic land mass is covered with an ice sheet and as summer warms huge sections of the ice "calves off" and creates a multitude of icebergs that float north towards warmer waters. Called iceberg alley, the ship navigated through icebergs of various sizes for the better part of the day.
Just an average size berg Adellie Penguins |
Leopard Seal |
In the afternoon we entered Hope Bay, site of the Argentinian Esperanza Research station. Hope Bay was calm seas, clear skies, and warm weather. We spent most of the afternoon on deck watching hundreds of Adelie Penguins shopping for afternoon snacks. The station itself is surrounded by penguin rookeries and the birds number in the thousands.
Esperanza Station, nice vacation spot |
Humpback Whale |
Clam Seals |
Research/Expedition ship, kayakers, hikers, et al! |
Palmer Station Scientists A very small isolated research Station hidden in the bergs |
As we left the Antarctic land mass we seen four separate pods of humpback whales. As they breached and then dived with their tails in the air, one lady said that it looked like they were saying goodbye, her husband said she has always had a vivid imagination!
A friend of mine has traveled here on an expedition boat and told me that if there was only one place she could travel to it would be back to the Antarctic, and while I don't think it would be my number one place to return to I certainly understand why Carmen feels that way. What an awesome and amazing place to visit.
We are assigned a different table and dining companions every meal and this has worked out well. We get to meet a variety of people this way, folks like Bill and Karen from Las Vegas, Gerry and Margaret from Victoria, John and Arna from New Zealand, and it is nice to have ship board friends.
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