I guess this could count as the most exotic of all our travels thus far. Very few people ever end up going to Antartica.
And there’s a good reason for that. It’s not easy to get there. Up until fairly recently, the trip had to start with a several day long venture across the Drake Pass, one of the most turbulent patches of sea on the planet.
Since Mr. Tattered gets sea sick in rough seas, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to go.
But then he discovered a tour group that does a “fly-over” where you fly out of Punta Arenas, Chile to St. George Island, just north of the Antarctic Peninsula and board a ship there, by-passing the tough part. And it was “trip on!”
We left from Punta Arenas in full Antarctic garb – which we thought was kind of weird, but turned out there isn’t exactly a terminal where we could change. In fact, there isn’t really an airport. Or even a real runway.
It was quite a hike in ice to get down to where we caught the zodiac to ferry out to our ship.
Before we knew it, we were seeing ice bergs. It’s not like it was the first time we’d seen ice bergs, but somehow seeing them there was more powerful.
But the most exciting part was seeing our first penguins. Man, did I take a mess of pictures of penguins… These are from a bit of a distance. I’ll show you close-ups in another post. Until you’re sick of them, I’m sure!
This sign was posted on the bulletin board of the ship…
I guess technically there was a sunrise and sunset, but it never got completely dark. We were grateful for blackout shades in our stateroom!
Next up, LOTS of penguins!