After several days incommunicado, we can tell you where we’ve been and what we’ve been doing.
We got on a boat to sail through the Strait of Magellan and to Cape Horn+ — the end of the world, except for Antarctica itself.
In case you haven’t previously had cause to ponder the enormity of South America, allow me to share some useful information. It’S HuGE!! Keep in mind, we started in Buenos Aires, which is roughly midway between the north and south of the continent. We flew three hours south from Buenos Aires to El Calafate. Then we drove four hours south to get to Torres El Paine. Then we drove five hours south to get Punta Arenas where we boarded our ship so that we could sail to the southern tip of the continent.
The ship had 160 passengers. While we were gathered at the dock, one of the crew provided some general orientation and instructions. But he began by welcoming us to “Punta Arenas, the most beautiful city in the World.” All of the passengers looked around quizzically, wondering if we had understood him — even though he addressed us in several languages, including Spanish and English.
I’ve been chuckling about this for a week. I think he was joking. If you haven’t been to Punta Arenas: it is not the most beautiful city in the world. To be fair, we arrived on a Sunday and many things were closed (and not simply closed, but gated and locked) and empty — but even bustling with life I can only imagine it as a small city of average attractiveness.
In one of the observation lounges on the ship, we saw models of other ships: one, very lucky; the other, yes and no.
While sailing on the big boat (ship) was a pleasure in itself, the larger point was to get on small boats — zodiacs — and get closer to interesting people (penguins), places (Cape Horn Island), and things (glaciers).
Ordinarily, I would never say that balancing on the side of a motorized innertube and speeding over incredibly deep and cold ocean water is a good idea. But on vacation, the strangest things suddenly seem very reasonable. Also, they gave us kick-@$$ life vests.**
Here I am on a zodiac, waving at The Photographer.
On this particular excursion, we are visiting a glacier.
This photo gives you a sense of scale.
From a distance, the passengers look like a line of orange penguins as they disembark the zodiacs.
This glacier isn’t the prettiest we saw. That’s partly because it doesn’t reflect the same brilliant blue that you saw in early photos of Perito Moreno (the prettiest glacier) near El Calafate. As you can see in this photo, the glacier is separate from the ice field above it. In between is some exposed land. As the ice field sheds some of its mass, it picks up sediment and spreads it over the glacier. So, the glacier is literally dirty.
We were particularly keen to see penguins, which were on the ship’s itinerary.
We received several warnings in advance.
We visited a flock (a bobble? a waddle?) of penguins on Tucker Island, which is so small you could walk across it in five minutes. We weren’t allowed to get off the zodiacs (Yield to the Penguins!), so we bobbed just offshore and watched them. They watched us back and did not seem at all discomfited at our visit. Penguins are apparently very friendly and gentle creatures and their numbers are dwindling rapidly,++ so we must not take advantage of their good nature or inadvertently put them at risk. Because their eyes are particularly sensitive to light, we also could not use flash photography in taking pictures.
Watching a group of penguins hurry toward anything — the water, their nests — is one of the most endearing things imaginable.
On this particular excursion, The Photographer and I sat side-by-side, holding on to a piece of rope that ran around the top of the zodiac.
The water was rough on our return — exciting! but alarming! — and we were hit in the face by the spray of several waves. The water was very salty.
On the Stella Australis, a more comfortable vessel by all accounts, there’s no internet, so it’s like visiting both the End of the World (as they say, El Fin del Mundo) and the early 1990s at the same time. I saw Mount Darwin, which Captain Fitz Roy named after him as a present for his 25th birthday on Feb. 12, 1834. It is astonishing how young these incredibly accomplished men were at the time–Fitz Roy was about the same age as Darwin and had become the Beagle’s captain at age 22.
Unfortunately I had come down with a terrible cold onboard and spent more time feeling sorry for myself in my cabin than zipping around in zodiacs with The Directrice. Hence I missed my chance to visit the Cape Horn monument, a beautiful sculpture erected to honor the estimated 10,000 people who died trying to round these extraordinarily dangerous waters between the 16th and 20th centuries. I had wanted to hold Tory’s hand there and say to her, “I love you to the end of the world,” but all I could manage was to sadly photograph what I could of it from the boat. So I almost reached the end of the world.
To modern sensibilities this plan is shockingly unethical and needless to say would never have gotten past an Institutional Review Board. In any case, it failed; they all quickly reverted to their native culture.
The Directrice resumes: When I return to the United States, I will write a post-mortem post on what I packed for this trip. As some of you have observed, the temperatures and weather conditions have varied greatly — from 80 degrees or more in Buenos Aires to the low 40s in Patagonia.
Here I am in one of my favorite outfits — whether here or in Washington D.C.: an old cashmere sweater, old khakis, and a colorful scarf. The Directrice likes her slouchy comfort.
I put this scarf in my suitcase just before leaving home — on impulse. It’s been just the thing to dress up my otherwise very casual clothes on board the ship.
The scarf itself was a 2018 impulse purchase that I had been regretting for more than a year. I bought it because I was drawn to its particularly pretty shades of pink, yellow, and purple and its absurd but compelling sequinned details (some of the stars are sequinned) and then decided that it was terribly garish. But on this trip, it has struck me as festive and I am now vindicated for yielding to the impulse.
This is good and bad. On the one hand, I don’t feel guilty or wasteful. On the other hand, I have been emboldened for future impulse purchases. The last 24 hours in Buenos Aires have been a rampage.
+ The Photographer tells me that we did not sail around Cape Horn, which would require sailing into the Atlantic Ocean across to the Pacific Ocean in some of the roughest waters in the world. We stayed in the straits and channels at the bottom of the continent.
* If you don’t know the story of Ernest Shackleton and The Endurance, take a minute to look it up and then tell me that you don’t want to read a whole book or watch a whole film about it. Imagine their disappointment when the ice began to melt . . . crushing (rather than liberating) their ship.
** The life vest had numerous straps, a whistle, and a beacon. But in reality, freezing, not drowning, is the greater threat in these waters and . . . the life vest was not equipped with a space-heater.
++ These poor darlings have declined in number by 90 percent in the last 20 years. The cause is over-fishing of their waters by commercial fishermen. The governments of Chile and Argentina have taken steps to stop such activity, but it is unclear that the population can rebound.
11 thoughts on “Big Boat, Little Boat — And Penguins!”
Wonderful and exciting!! Sorry to hear the Photographer caught cold
What a voyage!
I read “Hawaii” a few years back before a trip to the islands and it recounts missionaries sailing around Cape Horn in ships that likely looked like the ones you showed. The trip was miserable. It took multiple tries to cross from the Atlantic to the Pacific in those rough waters. You saw the good stuff and skipped the miserable part.
Thank you for a marvelous travelogue………..highlighted by beautiful photos and descriptive reflection! Many years ago I traveled the inland waters of Alaska and went by motorized raft to view puffin on a remote island……..their ‘adorableness’ matched your penguins! Hope you and the Photographer have settled back into life in DC and are fully recovered from your travels.
Really enjoy your adventures. This trip just was exciting and you both make it look fun and possible.
Oh my! I can stop holding my breath as your breathtaking adventures have been completed for the time being and you are home. Please take good care of yourselves. Grateful for the joy of sharing this wondrous time.
What an amazing trip. Thanks for sharing it with your devoted readers!
What stunning scenery! So expertly captured by The Photographer, too. I’ve really enjoyed these travelogues and would be extremely envious of your trip, but there is absolutely, positively, no way I would voluntarily board one of those wee boats.
This adventure is simply fascinating – thanks for sharing!
More clothes please… and with the festive season upon us, please consider dressy posts. I need all of your inspiration.
Bravo to the wonderful writing and inspiring images. You and the photographer are the perfect storytelling team (but then you knew that).
Yield to the penguins! Words to live by.