Cake in the Cafe Tante Sara / Ushuaia Tourist Bus
44 Hours into crossing.
Was sick, needed injection into bum.
Couldn't eat.
First six hours fine: navigating the Beagle Channel.
Slept well until 7am, all ok.
Up for breakfast, made one bite of toast then threw up on deck.
Prospect of another 40 hours of that alarming.
Injection helped but didn't completely solve.
Couldn't eat much, laying in bed and a lot of dozing helped.
Ursula mas o menos OK.
Couldn't attend lectures.
South Shetland Islands in four hours - YES!
Zodiac Briefing in one hour.
In bed to read Lonely Planet Antarctica now.
Writing this making me slightly sick again.
[EDIT: The above entry was clearly written while I was suffering from seasickness and that accounts for its stilted staccato style. I will always remember the point where I was overcome. Sitting in the lounge feeling awful, I tried to focus on looking out of the large bay window and focus on the horizon, as this had been recommended as a way to combat nausea.
Well, the horizon clearly hadn't gotten the memo because the extent of rolling meant that at times looking out the window all I could see was sky and then seconds later all I could see was Sea, with large waves rolling in towards us. I knew I would not last long but decided to try and get some air on deck as the boat pitched and yawed all over the place.
Outside I had to continuously hang on to the door to steady myself. I had a sick bag and filled it up almost immediately. Even this was not an easy task because I had to hold on the boat with one hand try to keep the bag open with the other and aim into it as we moved around. Steam poured out of the bag as it was hot and the temperature on deck was cold. I clearly recall thinking, that this being 8 hours into the Drake crossing and with 40 to go, that if I have to feel like this for the next 40 hours, I would be better off just throwing myself over the side! Luckily, the injection helped a good deal after an hour to prevent the worst of it.
A good analogy that came to mind during the trip: if you are an office worker, imagine sitting in your office and the whole building moving both up and down and side to side at the same time: like a massive bucking bronco ride!
Just how bad was our crossing in the context of Drake experiences? In all honesty, probably not very. I later asked the expedition crew about it and they said that it was about average or perhaps just a touch rougher than average. A six out of ten? Valeria told me that on her worst crossing, all crew were confined to their bunks, and any movement was done literally crawling on all fours. Augustin, the expedition leader, then pointed out a solid looking metal radiator with a very large dent in it, and recalled how on another bad crossing he saw a Chinese passenger roll the entire way across the lounge before smashing into it!]
First Penguins
Tabular Drifting Iceberg, Bigger than the Island!
Alien Ship that we found trapped in the Ice.
Leaving the boat by Zodiac for the Antarctic Mainland
Pingu hides on a little berg.
Left Antarctic Sound, heading down the West side of the Peninsula. Landing at Gourdin Island, after 45 minute wait to board the Zodiac from the boat. All landings are on these 'Zodiacs' - big rubber boats like a Navy Seal might use. Saw a bunch of resting Weddell Seals, and a giant brown Petral (Bird) feasting on a dead (old age or sick) Weddell Seal. Luckily not too gory.
Planned first Zodiac cruise to fabulously name Astrolabe Island cancelled due to a bit of rough Sea. No one seemed to mind. Another brief whale sighting, and grand mountains appearing behind the coastal glaciers of the Peninsula tonight. [EDIT: Many of the mountains in Antarctica are spectacular, rising from the coast to 3000m or more. The interior plains of Antarctica sit at that elevation, making it the highest continent on Earth. Because it is so dry (because everything is frozen) it is also technically a Desert.]
Augustin's (along with Valeria, Luciana (Lucy), Pablo + Pablo) recaps are fun and funny, his impressions e.g. of rowing sound, made us laugh.
Time for dinner now!
Dinner with fellow guests
Penguins nesting in Guano (their own excrement)
Poem, Sara Vial, 1992:
I am the Albatross
that waits for you
At the end of the earth.
I am the forgotten soul
Of the dead sailors
Who crossed Cape Horn
from all the seas of the world
But they did not die in the furious waves
Today they fly on my
Wings to eternity
In the last trough of the
Antarctic winds
This was how dark it got in the middle of the night. So, not very!
Later we were joined by two solitary, very lovely penguins, basking in the steaming shoreline of small volcanic rocks.
Our time here now is drawing to a close. A naturally very good one. We will have our last landing on Aitchoo Island (see previous day where I mistakenly said we had already landed there… we had not.
Tonight we will start again to go through the dreaded Drake Passage. The weather report says it will be ok - but even if it is like the time out, it's more than bothersome for little sensitive Kevin. We are going to see. Sense of perspective gained from the trip. Be positive, realise that living out your life based on other people's dogma - and by this I mean work - is a wrongful waste. I certainly hope that I can go back to Zürich and do things differently. We are going to see about that too [Edit: I went back with a broader sense of perspective and asked for some minor changes at work: in a matter of months I would be let go from that job, quite directly as a result of this!].
But that's for later. Now is for enjoying the moments, and this trip has had many amazing and unique moments.
What comes to mind as a first association is the feeling of Life in Antarctica, though it is a desolate place.
Captain Osiroff, 20 years Navy Hydrographer, painter of the Argentine Navigation Beacon that we stood by on Useful Island.
Right now we find ourselves 5000 miles north in Brasil, and some memories are already fading. The last night in Ushuaia, we went for steak and wine at the Restaurant Estancia. That's the end of the good meat and wine on this trip as far as I am concerned!
Actually, even the fish here is not that good so far. But we have seen Sea Turtles, including some cute tiny ones in the Tamar Project here [a turtle sanctuary] and some fully grown ones in the Sea as well!
Crossing the Drake was an adventure and an achievement. One I'm also proud of and will never forget. Although I've done some great trips in my life, this is one of the few times that I felt compelled to keep a Journal of events, along with my trip to the Himalayas.
I hope that I have recorded a few moments that will rekindle memories and let me have Antarctic Dreams [indeed this was always the aim of this journal rather than for it to be for public consumption].
Finally, I also hope that I may one day soon sail there again, maybe even on board the M/V Ushuaia.