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Cape Horn and Glaciers

Day 1

We board our boat ‘Ventus Australis’ at 18.00. It is comparatively small carrying 200 passengers and is dwarfed by the other two cruise ships that are berthed.  We are not really cruise people but it is the only way to access the Beagle Channel and glacier fields. Embarkation is very well organised and shortly we are escorted to our cabin. It looks very comfortable with a huge bed and stylish furniture. The really great thing is the huge window, which gives access to the spectacular scenery.

There is no time to change or luxuriate though. Welcome drinks are at 19.00 followed directly by dinner. We meet in the Darwin Lounge which is a wonderful space with floor to ceiling windows, which are perfect for viewing the spectacular scenery passing by.

We are allocated our table which we shall keep for the entire cruise. You never know who you will be seated with but we are lucky. We have a photo journalist from Germany and a Swiss couple form Zurich. They are interesting and good company. The cruise is on an all-inclusive basis with every need catered for. The meal and accompanying wines are quite excellent as is the service.

Day 2

There is a queue at breakfast for the buffet which is less than ideal. We are still pretty full from last night so just grab some fruit, juice and pastries.

Our first excursion is to Wulaia Bay. There are three walks of varying intensity. I opt for the medium which has some very steep sections but will afford great views of the bay. We learn about the native people who lived here called the Yamahas or Yaghans.

They were the world’s southernmost people. They wore virtually no clothes and withstood the cold temperatures by covering their bodies in sea lion grease. They were hunter gatherers and lived in simple huts made from sticks and covered in skins and lichens.

The walk turns out to be quite tough. Underfoot it is fine but there are quite steep sections. In hindsight using a walking pole would have been wise. Anyway I make it and arrive at the first lookout…and what a view.

We continue upwards and rest for a while at the second lookout. We admire the extensive views over the lake and to the snowy peaks behind. The experience is all the better for some really unexpected warm and sunny weather.

The descent is much easier. En route we encounter damage created by beavers which were brought here by settlers for their pelts. However the climate was not right to produce good quality skins and they were released into the wild. They do a fair bit of damage with no natural predators.

The boat is immediately under way for Cape Horn which is about a 6 hour passage from Wulaia Bay. The crossing is remarkably smooth. It is very rarely this benign at Cape Horn, so we are incredibly lucky. Our landing is made in a sheltered bay on the leeward side of the island.

The sea is dead flat here with just a small swell. Despite this it still requires two men to stand in the freezing water holding the zodiacs in place whilst we dis-embark. This is certainly a day for exercise as there is a steep climb up steps to the top of the island.

Paths then lead us to the lighthouse and small chapel.

In the opposite direction stands the Cape Horn Monument. This was inaugurated on 5 December 1992 in memory of seamen from every nation who perished in the seas around Cape Horn. It was created by Chilean Sculptor José Balcells Eyquem and is made of two separate pieces; each comprising 5 steel plates to represent an albatross. The specification required the monument to be able to withstand winds of 200km/hr.

There are two marble slabs on the way to the monument, one has a dedication and the other has a poem by Sara Vial…

which translates as:-

“I am the albatross that awaits you at the end of the earth.

I am the forgotten soul of the dead sailors,

who sailed around Cape Horn from all the seas of the world.

But they did not die in the furious waves.

Today they fly on my wings, towards eternity

In the last crevice of the Antarctic winds”

Our course to Cape Horn

Day 3

This morning we land at Pia Glacier. It is raining lightly and the rocks are wet but we are assured not slippery. This is true, but as we make our way over rocks for a better view of the glacier, we do need to tread carefully. Where moss has taken a hold it is slippery. Indeed one lady does fall and needs to go back to the boat on a stretcher. Fortunately we heard later that she was OK.

Every so often the glacier groans and we hear what sounds like thunder as lumps of ice calve off and drop into the water. It is really quite something to experience. The ice formations and colours are incredible and photos do not do it justice.

There is some wonderful forest growing by the side of the glacier. It has a very Japanese garden feel, with some trees looking very much like overgrown bonsai.

As we head back to the boat the rain stops and the clouds begin to lift. By the time we leave for the afternoon’s excursion the sun is shining. We are visiting Porter Glacier which we shall view from the zodiac. When it first comes into view the only word that escapes our lips is “Wow!’ It is really something. The photos speak for themselves.

Back onboard it is pleasant on deck and the weather affords us some wonderful views. It would be usual to experience very strong winds here, which would make the cruise pretty uncomfortable to say the least. But so far, so good. Long may it last!

The evenings are long here and over dinner we are lucky enough to spot a whale spouting with a young calf alongside. There is also a rather wonderful sunset.

Day 4

Today we are visiting Aguila Glacier, which is receding. We go ashore where we walk along the beach and are told about the sea-life and plants. Light rain is falling and it is 8C . There is no wind and I am wrapped up well with fully waterproof clothing so it is moderately comfortable. It is also rather pleasant to be walking on land that is flat. The light is poor and the view misty so landscapes are not that photogenic. Instead I concentrate on the small things. Pebbles on the beach and plants and flowers.

It a very enjoyable excursion. We make a short detour into the woods by the shore. This is sub-arctic rainforest, where lichens and mosses abound.

We then see the glacier, which is very different from the two that we saw yesterday. It no longer touches the sea. Water pours out beneath the ice, which has no contact with the warmer rock below, and cuts channels through the moraine deposits as it makes its way out to sea.

We set out immediately after lunch to see Condor Glacier, which will be viewed from the zodiac with no disembarkation. It is raining pretty heavily as we step into the zodiacs and many of the guests have opted out of this trip. In hindsight we should have done the same. It was cold and wet and the glacier was not particularly spectacular. There were some birds on the cliffs and I did try taking photos. However, I quickly became frustrated as I was at the back of the boat, had too many people blocking my view and by this time was quite cold and just wanted to be back on the boat.

The best thing at the end of each excursion is being handed a cup of hot chocolate with a generous slug of whiskey in it.

Tonight is our final night aboard. There will be the Captain’s Dinner and farewells to the staff who have looked after us royally.

Day 5

We are up at the crack of dawn for a 06.15 landing on Magdalena Island to see Magellan penguins. There is a very large colony here of about 150,000 birds. They come here to breed every year between October and March. We have to keep to the path but penguins are everywhere so it is easy to get close. Gulls and skuas abound too and do not seem in the least fazed by human presence. We see nest building with males burrowing in the mud and churning out soil. There are also chicks in various growth phases. One chick is especially fat!

All to soon it is time to return to the boat, breakfast and pack cases as we depart for the short crossing to Punta Arenas – our final destination before we head north to Torres del Paine for puma tracking.

Ushuaia

As we approach Ushuaia the plane lurches to and fro as updrafts catch it. The scenery is spectacular and soon we are on the runway. The weather is mild and the sun shining. Much better than the zero temperature I was expecting. We are booked into Hotel Ushuaia on the outskirts of town. Ushuaia is not particularly large, though more extensive than I had envisaged. The land rapidly rises away from the port and we had not appreciated how steep the terrain is. Our taxi continues to ascend for about a mile and we consider the wisdom of our hotel choice. Walking into the main town downhill is fine; but walking back?

Our next issue is that the taxi driver does not accept dollars or plastic. We have no pesos so try to change some money at reception. The receptionist speaks no English and does not know the exchange rate. 30 minutes later we manage to strike a deal. What a palaver to change such a small sum. Just 4500 pesos which is about $2! We would have been more than happy to pay well over the odds just to check-in to our room and relax.

Externally the hotel looks promising with good views down to the port…

….and the views from the room are not bad either.

However, the interior is stuck in a 1970s time warp. On a positive note the G&Ts absolutely hit the spot and are only £5 for two. Whilst sipping them we browse the web for a good restaurant. Independently we both choose the same one – Kaupe. We reserve a table, quickly freshen up and then take the 5 minute stroll there.

Oh my goodness! What a find! An absolute gem of a restaurant, run by husband, wife and son. We choose the ‘Taste of the Sea’ menu which includes all drinks. It is sublime. King crab ready to eat, scallop ceviche, sea bass en papillote, lemon meringue ice cream with a champagne sabayon accompanied by a wonderful bottle of viognier, a glass of sparkling dessert wine, coffee and champagne. This is really top-notch fare and I am sure will compete to be the best meal of the trip….

We sleep pretty well. I try writing up the blog in our room, but it is frustrating, as the WiFi is terrible. Breakfast is not great either and definitely fits into the very basic category. The dining room has a huge vaulted ceiling and huge windows with good views. The downside is that it is incredibly echoey and not a great place to linger. No eye to detail here or welcoming staff. We cannot escape fast enough and take a taxi to the airport to try and recover the missing rods. It is a small airport but not at all obvious where lost luggage should be recovered. We eventually find a helpful lady at Aerolineas Argentino and establish that the rods have made it from London and are now sitting in Buenos Aires. We call Iberia and arrange for them to be flown to Puerto Natales. They are certainly having an exciting trip!!

We locate the cruise office, check-in and deposit our luggage. We now have 5 hours to kill in Ushuaia. Lunch seems a good way of passing some time. I sample the local beer apparently from the end of the world…

Beagle – The Beer of Tierra Del Fuego

I choose a light lunch of smoked salmon bruschetta but Paul goes for the paella. It is big and packed with seafood.

We stroll down the Main Street and I am surprised by the number of quality shops. It of course makes total sense, as so many cruise ships and tours start or end in Ushuaia. I did not expect to see a Hard Rock Cafe or a very good camera shop. It occurred to me that a graduated ND filter for the camera would have been a sensible thing to buy in the UK. Unfortunately the shop does not have one in stock to fit my lens. It would have enabled me to reduce the brightness of the sky, whilst maintaining the correct exposure for the landscape, hence obtaining a uniformly exposed picture. I think I shall now need to set up some exposure photo-stacking on the camera instead. Not something I have done before so it will be good for me to experiment and see what I can achieve.

We shall shortly embark on our boat which does not have wi-if so I shall be unable to post any blogs for the next few days. I am hoping for photos of spectacular scenery, glaciers, penguins and elephant seals on my next post.

Buenos Aires

After a fairly nerve-racking 48 hours we have finally made it to Buenos Aires. Our direct flight on Tuesday with BA was cancelled and we were re-scheduled 24 hours later via Iberia to Barcelona and onwards to Buenos Aires at 01.30. That flight was operated by a little-known airline called Level??!! Slightly apprehensive. We were also down-graded to economy. Now those of you who follow my blog will know that my experience of downgrades is not good and 1 year later I am still battling to obtain a refund from BA/Iberia so hats off to Jack at Dial-a-flight who spent 2 hours on the phone to BA and finally got our premium status re-instated.

On arrival in Buenos Aires we find that not all of our luggage made it. We have our cases but Paul’s fishing rods are nowhere to be found. I receive an email in Spanish from Iberia, confirming the loss and, after a surprisingly helpful phone call to Iberia, we are told the rods are still in London but British Airways will put them on the next flight….. We should be able to collect them at Ushuaia Airport before boarding our cruise on Saturday. Here’s hoping!

Rendezvous Hotel

Buenos Aires is not what I expect at all. It is a beautiful city with good infrastructure and pot-hole free highways. We are staying in the Palermo district where the streets are lined with trees and restaurants and cafes abound. There is an easy laid back vibe. We check into the Rendezvous Hotel, recently renovated with a few last minute final touches being carried out as we arrive. It is charming and the staff are wonderful. We have lost a night in the city so must maximise our time here. We are recommended to a restaurant for lunch, which is a short stroll away. We find a table in the shade on the terrace, order negronis, a bottle of wine, salad, 2 huge rib-eyes, fries and desert for the princely sum of £37. The service is appalling but you can’t argue about the value for money!

We’ve been travelling for 24 hours so after lunch return for a much needed siesta. You cannot come to Buenos Aires without seeing a tango show. The hotel was great and booked us in for the evening performance at Tango Porteno including transport/from the hotel, all food and wine and stage show. We thought it would be a pretty lame, touristy thing but it was quite superb and so well organised. We have no tickets, which is slightly alarming but apparently you just tell the front staff your name and they show you to your table. Try that in London… Our table is near the front and very close to the stage.

The building is beautiful with a stylish, art-deco interior. You feel like you are entering a cabaret club except that the theatre is large with probably 700+ covers. Service is hugely efficient. There is a 3 course menu, with choices, unlimited beer and wine.

The actual tango show is very professional and beautifully choreographed, with slick performances, stunningly fast leg flicks, twists and turns. The dancing is accompanied by a very talented tango ensemble with pianist, double base player, two accordionists and 2 violinists. There was also a wonderful display of bola skills.

What a fabulous start to our trip. The flight issues are forgotten. We sleep well, breakfast and are fully refreshed for our 3 hour flight to Ushuaia. Although we did not have as long as we would have wished in Buenos Aires, we do at least feel that our time there was worthwhile. On this trip, our time in Argentina is fleeting. It is a country that deserves, and will require, in-depth future exploration. At that time, we shall make sure to spend some quality time in Buenos Aires. There are so many beautiful parks and buildings to discover.

Fishing and Chilling

We thought it would be a shame to stay in Calgary and not see any of the surrounding countryside. Therefore, we have booked a couple of nights in Fernie, where Paul has also booked a fishing guide. Instead of driving directly to Fernie, we decide it would be good to detour to Banff and Lake Louise. Dan says Lake Louise has become a tourist mecca and should be avoided but we should like to see for ourselves. We set off in a sensible SUV this time. It is a Jeep Laredo and, after the Mustang, has the power of a snail and handles like a blancmange, but on the upside it is spacious. It also, we discover, has an engine fault which spasmodically limits any form of acceleration. No matter – it is only for 2 days and we do not have the time to waste in getting it sorted.

Initially the terrain is flat but then gives way to The Rockies which are quite splendid. The rivers are turquoise as a result of the mineral content in the water.

It turns out that Dan was absolutely correct about Lake Louise. Parking is almost impossible and the only way to access the actual lake is by the resort transport. We do not have the time for this so make do with just admiring the mountain terrain as we pass through. As we approach Fernie the sky darkens and we encounter heavy cloudbursts.

The temperature drops from 86F to 59F in a matter of minutes. Fernie is a lovely town. We have booked a ski apartment so shall be able to self-cater which will be a treat after the mainly very American and pretty unhealthy menu for the past few weeks. We stop off for provisioning at the supermarket. It does not sell alcohol so we also have to locate a liquor store. We buy adequate quantities of wine and as we leave the store the weather really deteriorates. The rain is torrential and huge hailstones deluge us. We park up as it is almost impossible to see the road ahead.

Next day we are going fishing on the Elk River. As we eat breakfast it is still raining and looks pretty unpleasant, but then the clouds start to lift and the rain abates. Nevertheless we put on lots of layers. It is still only about 60F but with a keen wind blowing.

We shall be fly-fishing from a drift boat. Our guide, Andres, tows the boat to our launch site and preps everything.

He then gives me a fly-fishing lesson and fully explains what I need to do. I am however rather apprehensive. I have only practised casting on the lawn with no fly and am concerned that I shall hook Paul and the guide. I am totally correct with this assumption and manage to catch them numerous times and find myself abjectly apologising throughout the day. For a novice the conditions were difficult with a strong wind and the river was fast flowing and interspersed with rapids that Andres skilfully navigated. There are loads of trout in the river and Paul seems to catch something nearly every time he casts. I find it more tricky, but I do finally land a large cut-throat trout as my first fish and it is the biggest one of the day at 19” long.

This was the only bad weather we had on the trip. When we get up in the morning the skies have cleared and it turns into a lovely day. We drive back to Calgary where we drop off the hire car and go to stay the night with Paul’s friend Dan, who has also kindly said he will take us to the airport in the morning. This is really kind of him as we need to leave at 04.30 a.m! He and his partner cook us a great meal and are excellent hosts.

We end our trip staying on the shores of Lake Michigan with Paul’s very good fishing friend Don and his wife Nodine. They ensure we have a thoroughly relaxing stay and our main pastime is visiting quirky bars and eating at excellent restaurants.

We visit the marina at Harbor Springs where we eat a superb lunch on the water’s edge and admire some very handsome yachts…

We visit Michilimackinac State Park and cross the Mackinac Bridge which is very similar to the Golden Gate Bridge…

…and test the beer at Legs Inn and the Micro Brewery in the tiny town of Cross Village where they live.

Don and Nodine are also lucky enough to have a resident chipmunk family and some slightly elusive hummingbirds.

All too soon it is time to fly home. We have had an amazing adventure and been hosted royally. We have driven 3700 miles and seen much of California, Oregon, Washington, British Columbia and Michigan. What a trip! We even have a great view of Chicago as we fly in from Traverse City.

Calgary Stampede

It is a short 1.25 hour flight to Calgary. We stay in the Ramada in downtown Calgary which is very convenient for the Stampede. The train station is just one block away. You purchase tickets on the platform and it is just C$3.60 each.

When we arrive at the Stampede ground the crowds are horrendous. We have tickets for the grandstand but there is no way to access it without running the gauntlet of the entire site. The food on offer is gross and very American. Foot long hotdogs, hotdogs fried in batter on a stick. Good grief!! We try to orientate ourselves but it is really difficult to find our way around. It is also exceedingly hot. We did not bring hats and decide to buy stetsons to look the part. I pose in front of some exceptionally large farm equipment.

We have tickets for seats in the Grandstand for the evening show but Paul’s friend Dan knows the stewards and can get us on the rails. We have a certain amount of trouble meeting up – some definite crossed wires and language barriers. It was a stressful 45 minutes but eventually we find him and – good man – he has bought us beers. Standing on the rails with the TV crews and stewards is a wonderful and privileged experience. The opening ceremony commences with lots of pomp and ceremony. We have to press ourselves against the barrier so the marching band can squeeze by.

We watch the chuck wagon racing, which is not what I expected. It is so powerful and energy packed. The drivers are incredibly skilful and strong. Those thoroughbreds take some controlling. The teams of horses are restrained by a man who is also trying to hold his own steed back.

When the clanger sounds the teams circle a barrel, the outrider mounts his horses and they storm off down the track. It doesn’t always go to plan. We see one team out of control which causes another horse to rear up. It could quickly have gone badly wrong but order was restored eventually.

After the main event the children come on stage for their chuck wagon race….on toy horses.

There are lady acrobats on horse back…

…native people racing in bareback relays – fast, frenetic and exceedingly perilous….

…on-going entertainment…

…and a finale of music and fireworks.

There is also a great opportunity for people watching and soaking up the atmosphere. I am pleasantly surprised that the photos are OK despite the waning light.

It is another beautiful day in Calgary. It is Sunday and downtown is nice and quiet.

We have tickets for the rodeo at 13.30 and feel a little more prepared for the showground encounter. Yesterday we could not find the Monster Energy Display which is at 12.00 but we know where it is now. We find a space on a grassy knoll and watch the motorbike daredevil display. The stunts are quite astonishing and for once I have the camera correctly setup, the light is great and I can select a very fast shutter speed.

We make our way to the grandstand. We are a long way up and it makes me appreciate just how privileged we were last night to be so close to the action. The rodeo commences with a loud bang, a cowboy whirling his lasso, flames and fireworks.

The skills on show are impressive and varied. No matter how hard the horses bucked the riders rarely fell. They were marked on both ability to remain mounted and also on technique and how much in control they were. Some people flailed wildly whilst others always seemed to keep their legs in contact with the horse. The steer lassoing was incredible. The cowboys are so quick. Best time from chasing , dismounting and tying up the steer – 3.5 seconds. You read it right just 3.5 seconds!!

During the afternoon the heat built and so did the humidity. Huge black clouds develop and when we exit at 17.00 we are convinced we will get soaked. Large raindrops start to fall just as we arrive at the hotel. It has been an excellent day, but exhausting. We collapse into the hotel bar – The Fox on the 6th. It is happy hour. We maximise on drinks and food, then sleep very soundly indeed.

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