Of the 40,000 people (!!!) who visit the white continent a year, 16,000 They stop at Port Lockroy, a British base installed on Goudier Island
Here we find a kind of museum / warehouse currently run by four women in a moderately precarious situation. In addition, it is the only place to send some postcards to Spain (which seems to have finally arrived) ...
Saturday, December 12, 2009, !!! what a sweet sweetie !!! We are attending the first penguin of the season, they look like stuffed toys. How capricious is nature, here some are born and in the neighboring Jougle Bay, on Wienckle Island we can see where bones of ancient whales of these waters rest ...
It is time to return, 2 and a half days from new torture of the Drake Pass, the most stormy waters on the planet, although this time we allowed ourselves to go to see "the guts" of Professor Molchanov and the entrance to Cape Horn.
The crossing is over entering the Beagle Channel in Ushuaia On another beautiful day.
Possibly it has been a long time already to make a complete summary of the trip with some photos and some new videos, but I keep them one week after my return:
"I look around and sigh. Everything remains the same. Here people worry about their own vainities; buy clothes, make wars, live above our means ... Gone is that iceberg emitting a loud rumble falling on the water, or those whales with their mermaid song dancing a waltz a few meters from us, or the Weddell seals and his permanent nap and the nice penguins, the "climbers", the "adelie" or my dear "Juanitos". I leave that one behind too immense loneliness, that silence on the top of one of the many mountains of this inhospitable beauty or that sun that illuminates the sunset of the canals of Lemaire. I leave that precious one behind expedition in Zodiak by Melchor Island or by Bahia Paraiso, the prettiest bay I could have ever imagined. Behind I leave ... Behind I leave a true museum of sculptures glaciers and icebergs of different shades, reflections, colors ... or those brave who spend whole years in bases living the raw Antarctic, that one that has been seen someday, those blizzards, those snowfalls, that almost unbearable cold. AND the Antarctic bath feeling penguins for a day, and the snow war on top of Neko Harbor. Everything is left behind ... possibly forever.
Antarctica is everything I was looking for and much more. Is a planet apart within our own planet which can only be accessed by paying the hard price of the Drake Pass. A place where man has barely reached out and that retains authenticity and virginity in abundance, in addition to 80% of the fresh water of the entire Earth. The last continent discovered and the last explored. It is also an abysmal desert, where more than 90% of the continent barely contains fauna and flora (the Antarctic Peninsula is a privilege).
I look and surprise myself. Coming back from any trip misses you, but I have never felt so disoriented as now. Everything bothers me. The noise, the traffic jams, the cars ... Everything makes me look back. Even reflect. Until the fashion movie this Christmas, Avatar (which I loved by the way), a film that shows for the nth time that where man puts his hand ... sweeps. Luckily there are still organizations and willingness for countries to respect this icy continent (although I wish to read the Copenaghe treaty signed these days) ... one of the few places on this planet where you can still feel SOMETHING THAT IN NO OTHER PLACE IN THE WORLD CAN YOU BE… the sixth continent…. !!! MY DEAR ANTARTIDA !!! ”