Antarctica - Dec 2017

Wed 6th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 1

TODAY IS THE DAY! My boat sets sail at 6pm and I have to check my bags in at a completely different place to where the boat is at least 8 hours before. Not confusing or worrying in the slightest but I find it (opposite a casino, can you believe they have a casino in Ushuaia). That's it, my bags are checked in. I go and walk around the museums while I wait to board. The prison museum is particularly cool and also learning about the indigenous population the "Yamanas", that were slowly and sadly wiped out by the colonial Europeans. 

THE SHIP! I'm waiting in line to get on, I get talking to 1 of the Expedition leaders. He is also from Holland, he talks about this being his 4th season doing these expeditions but has done 15 seasons in the Arctic. He jokes and says he's bi-polar, ho ho ho. I'll give him that 1 although it could not be further from a festive feeling down here. Not in a bad way. The excitement is indescribable. 

Ok so this is where it gets interesting. I have booked a 4 berth cabin (cheapest at £4.5k), I am shown to my room and there is only 1 person and 2 single beds. I seem to have been upgraded through complete luck. Bear in mind, this upgrade would have cost at least £2 grand, wow! I am sharing with this very sweet old black guy from Belize. Not some rowdy Americans, this is amazing!

Before we can depart we have to complete an "Abandon Ship" scenario, with life jackets, boats, team leaders etc. It is very professional and gives you confidence that everything will be ok. Once that's done, there's is a Captain's briefing and welcome drink. Free prosecco, don't you even think about giving me that virgin glass! The captain is from Finland and invites us up to the Bridge at any time in daylight hours, just don't make too much of a commotion. Or you will be asked to leave! He then introduces his crew, a varied bunch of Biologists, Journalists, Conservationists, Artists etc. As well as being travel enthusiasts. They are all really cool and interesting and each speak at length about what they hope to offer us, throughout the trip, including lectures on Antarctic Geography, Widllife and Photography. 

If that wasn't enough, there's now a 4 course meal and a bar that is open 24/7 with all drinks bills being settled at the end of the trip. Perfect. It is quite cool having a roommate as we can go to dinner together. We get talking to a quartet that work together in Ireland. 2 are from Colarado and she has brought her mother. Her mother is from New York, she is so funny describing New York people and how direct they are, almost demanding that they do something for you. My roommate can't stop laughing and has not laughed this hard since he was a child. He says his wife is a lawyer so she's really serious about everything, awww!

Thu 7th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 2

After a fairly uninterrupted sleep, I only woke once around 4am to the deafening sound of the waves crashing against the hull. I still felt shattered. The first breakfast is a busy affair with lots of old cronies rushing around, worrying they won't get their money's worth. Breakfast is great with scrabbled eggs and sausage, even beans! There's a lecture after breakfast about the birds you will see on the cruise. I end up having a nap that lasts around 3 hours. The smooth rocking of the boat gently eases you to sleep. 

My roommate is really tired and manages to sleep through the entire day! I make it up for lunch and 2 very insightful lectures on Photography and the Geography of Antarctica. Quite a lot of people drift off during the lectures, it is difficult to keep my eyes open at times. It's like we've been drugged. 

Dinner leads to another new set of people, 1 very abrasive Indian guy, who seems to want to top everyone's story. 17 flights in 21 days he seems to take great delight in telling everyone. It's interesting, how people class countries as good or bad to visit. Instead of saying, Vietnam is good for street food and going into the jungle. They will say Vietnam is amazing but Thailand is rubbish, don't bother. My point was that it depends on what you want. Thailand can be great for scenery and parties if you go to the islands but if you go to Bangkok, you will find a very polluted overpopulated city. 

Everyone on this trip is extremely well travelled, as you can imagine, and people have some great stories. This is not continent number 7 for everyone, which was a bit of a surprise. I've already got 1 eye on a trip to the Arctic after Arjen (expedition leader) waxed icicle about it. Other travellers include big Phil from Philladephia, gentle giant, liked him a lot. Also the self-described "Marty the 1 man party", was cool. From Chicago and living in LA. Divorced. At 1 point spent a year and a half sailing from New York to the Caribbean with his ex-wife. Assume they were married at the time and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Maybe I'll find out. Most people are still getting their sea legs so there's been no bar action so far. By the time I go to bed, we've been at sea for nearly 30 hours. 

Fri 8th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 3

This is another full day at sea, it is pretty much the same as the previous day but the lectures are a lot less. In the morning, we have a safety briefing regarding travelling on the Zodiacs, life jackets mark 2, wildlife interaction and their habitats, no drones, calls of nature etc. The Zodiacs are the speed boats that we use to get to shore. For 2 reasons; 1) The waters that we wish to dock at are too shallow. 2) Even if the waters were deep enough, there is no dock! 

The other briefings are for activities that were booked up; Kayaking and Camping. While I would not have been keen to camp, I would definitely have liked to Kayak. So the rest of the day is spent relaxing before dinner. In the evening we meet a lovely Australian couple called Dennis and Vicki. Surprisingly humble, didn't mention the Ashes and spoke about we beat them in the Rugby Union. Good fun. Early night, well I don't think I've stayed up past 10pm yet so not sure if it even goes dark or not. They get us up early for breakfasts with announcements direct to the cabin and tomorrow is 7.30am so I hit the hay. It's good to finally get a base where I can unpack as the previous places, the stays have been so fleeting that I've not unpacked at all. 

Sat 9th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 4

Houston we have landed, first of the Andrews clan to step foot on Antarctica, boom! The plan is to land at Cueverville Island but the ice is too thick for the Zodiacs so we have to make a detour to Tanko Island. This is where we finally get on land and see our first Gentoo Penguins up close and personal. They are very small, maximum 50cm in height. After many, many pictures of the penguin colony there is a walk marked out up to 1 of the peaks. The tour supply everyone with snowshoes for the climb, it is quite a difficult climb and the smell of penguin is rather pungent. Something they don't advertise on the website. I guess a solid diet of krill will do that! More and more pictures, taking them for various couples then swapping over. After a couple of hours taking in the scenery, we are taken back to the ship as we are landing in a different location in the afternoon. 

In the afternoon, we land at a former Argentine Navel base called Brown Station. It is within Paradise Bay where we see more Gentoo Penguins and just a glimpse of a couple of seals gliding along the coast. After exploring, our resident Scottish guide invites us all to hike up another peak with the reward of a little lecture about Glaciation at the top. How could you say no to that!

The second part of the afternoon includes a Zodiac cruise of Skontorp Cove, I love this, we get up some serious speed and crash into the ice. Of course plenty more pictures, including some silly ones stood on the boat.

It's quite a first day, so after dinner I don't last long and end up crashing after the meal. 

Sun 10th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 5

The morning's activities include a trip to Neko Harbour, this is another Zodiac cruise to the shore. We are greeted on arrival by another colony of Gentoo Penguins. Bill our resident Scottish guide takes us on quite a hike up to 1 of the peaks. It is pretty tiring but obviously the scenery is stunning. On this occasion the ice is glacial. We hear the loud bangs when the ice cracks but don't see anything actually break off. Oh well, that can be for another day. It is quite a stormy day so the sky has this beautiful spooky edge to it. 

The wind and the snow picks up substantially in the afternoon so the Zodiac cruise of Orne Harbour is quite an arduous 1. We make it out for about 2 hours, which is pretty good going!

Mon 11th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 6

The weather has taken a turn.....for the better! It is glorious sunshine and I spend most of the morning cruising along the Lemaire Channel. The views are like that of a film, truly stunning. When I say "I", I use that term fairly loosely as I have zero control over the direction! In the afternoon, we are taken to Argentine research station called Damoy, where there are seals lazing around on the "beach". They are so cool but certainly not graceful. They don't move much, for the 2 hours that we're there, they barely move. Still amazing to see in the wild though. 

In the evening for dinner, I end up on a table of mainly Americans and kiwis. It is a riot, they start to tell me stories about their crazy roommates. There is this 1 woman who has a different winter coat for every day so far, each with matching sunglasses. Apparently she is constantly on her laptop whenever she is back at her room and phoning people but they never pick up! Bit of heavy night, the ship company are celebrating building another ship so they give us all Champagne and I have a barmy 2 glasses of white wine with dinner. Think I'm losing my tolerance as I felt a teeny tiny bit tipsy. 

Tues 12th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 7

In the morning we visit the British research station of Port Lochroy, it has 4 British women LIVING there. They run the tourist gift shop, museum and the research station that studies the Gentoo penguins. I get my passport stamped, again another amazing thing to tick off the list, and write a couple of postcards. The museum is cool and got chatting to 1 of the women that work there, basically asking WHY?! She felt the research they did was very rewarding and the enormity of being in such a beautiful and peaceful place day-in day-out was another big factor. She said maybe you could be doing this 1 day! Nervous laughter ensues.

In the afternoon there is a Zodiac tour around the Gerlache Straight and Enterprise Island. There is a Norwegian shipwreck that is at least 100 years old, plenty of photos and of course more Gentoo penguins hopping about the rocks. The weather is glorious sunshine but there's a bitterly cold wind. The tour is very extensive and lasts a good 2 hours. 

Wed 13th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 8

This is our final day on the continent of Antarctica, we are taken to Deception Island. It is an active volcanic caldera that has been flooded. There is the remains of a whaling base, steep sided mountains, a beach and a lake. It is beautiful, completely stunning and extremely tranquil. After a couple of treks up to the top of the peaks and photos etc. it is time for the Baywatch polar plunge. I strip down to my bright yellow tee and red shorts, hand off my phone to my trusty camera man and begin the slow run along the beach when I spot a damsel in distress. I dive into the freezing cold lake that is about 1 foot deep so it is a less than elegant landing. Lots of fun though. Getting out, well that is a new kind of cold. I strip down as quick as I can but my fingers are frozen. I dig my fingers into the ground and the rock below is incredibly hot, I mean jacuzzi hot! So they're warmed up in no time. The shower back at the ship is what dreams are made of. 

Follow the link to see a clip: Antarctic Polar Plunge

What I'm looking at.

In the afternoon we set sail back to Ushuaia so there is no more dry land for 60 hours. There is a lecture on the history of fisheries in the afternoon, which sends most of the attendees into a rather relaxing slumber. They even dim the lights and with the smooth rocking of the boat, staying awake is a massive achievement. 

It feels like the end of the tour as we don't need to be up the next day for anything so I take this opportunity to drink in the afternoon for the first time. This turns into a bit of a session. The Americans and Canadians all want to play cards (lame) so after a couple of glasses of wine, my reactions have lost that keen edge and I get annihilated at most of the games. They were all new to me as well so it was a vicious combination or a perfect storm if you will. I see a kind of darkness for the first time in over a week, it is more overcast than anything but signals the beginning of the end of our expedition on the good ship Ortelius. 

Thu 14th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 9

The seas have taken a turn for the worst. It is super choppy and many people are sick and don't make breakfast. For the first time I start to feel a bit "iffy". I skip breakfast and then later in the morning throw up. First time being seasick, it is not a pleasant experience. So that does me in for lunch and I nap for most of the day. I start to feel better in the evening and go for dinner, the doctor gives me a patch for the seasickness and that seems to do the trick. We seem to be over the worst of it as our daily recap where everyone meets in the bar is a pretty full attendance. After dinner I get an early night. 

Fri 15th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 10

Our final day at sea, feeling much better and attend all the lectures throughout the day. It is still really choppy though. In the evening, we make a presentation to the entire crew and give them a rousing send off for all their hours of hard work. A buffet breakfast plus a 3 course meal for lunch and dinner with no days off. Unbelievable work ethic. Food was absolute top quality. To the crew of the Ortelius run by Oceanwide Adventures, we salute you!

Sat 16th Dec 2017 - ANTARCTIC VOYAGE DAY 11 (Final)

The eagle has landed! When we have our wakeup call at 7am, the good ship Ortelius has docked in Ushuaia, we are back! There is only time for a quick breakfast and a chance to say good-bye to all the great people that I've met onboard, including some of the fantastic staff. The ship had 25 different nationalities on board, diversity!

Off I go to my new hostel (Cruz del Sur) and back to reality, "no ablo Anglais" the unhelpful receptionist says. After a bit of back and forth he allows me to relax in the lounge while I wait the 4 hours until I can check in. 

In the evening, some of the guys from the boat are meeting at the Irish bar, typical! So I head down and there's a bit of a reunion. There's at least 20 people from the boat packed into this tiny bar, fun night.

The End of the World - Antarctica Trip Log - Dec 2017

These words are provided by Oceanwide Expeditions and are a full log of my voyage to the White Continent. Pictures are my own.

• Our ship was named after the Dutch/Flemish cartographer Abraham Ortelius (1527 – 1598), who in 1570 published the first modern world atlas: Theatrum Orbis Terrarum or Theater of the World.
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  Day 1: Embarkation, Ushuaia
  Date: 06.12.2017
  Position: 54°48.6‘S, 068°17‘W
  Wind: SW 3 knots
  Air Temperature: +6°C

We gathered from all corners of the globe, arriving in Ushuaia, the Argentine city at The End of the World, ready to begin our adventure. The day, even though it was high summer, was damp, windy and cool, so it was good to board Ortelius, our new home for the next 11 days.

We were greeted by DJ and Sava, the Hotel Manager and Assistant Manager, and shown to our cabins by crew we would get to know over the coming days. After a short time to settle in, Sebastian (Seba), our Expedition Leader, invited us to the Lecture Room on deck 3, where we had a mandatory safety briefing given by Luis, the Third Officer. That was immediately followed by seven short and one long blast on the ship's alarm system, and we gathered our big orange lifejackets and practiced our mustering in the Bar, on deck 6. We were all accounted for and lead to the lifeboats on deck 7, then, practice over, we scattered again, to our cabins and the outer decks.

We threw the lines and left the dock, sailing down the Beagle Channel with accompanying gulls flying around us. As Ushuaia and the surrounding mountains disappeared into the distance, the rolling hills of Tierra del Fuego spread down either side of the channel, with only occasional small Estancias passing by as we sailed. Bird life increased, with cormorants and Cape Petrels flying by.

Once we were under way, we were invited to the bar, where DJ explained how the ship worked, and we learned the practical side of life on the ship. This was followed by a welcome by our Captain, Mika Appel, and a toast or two with champagne and orange juice. Seba and the Expedition Team then fully introduced themselves, and we met our Expedition Doctor, Lauke.

Our first dinner was noisy and entertaining, as we introduced ourselves to strangers who would become friends over the course of the journey. After dinner, most of us retired to unpack and catch up on sleep, some hoping that our passing into the Drake Passage would be gentle and uneventful, some hoping for a more eventful Drake crossing. A few more hardy and rested souls went up to the bar, to get to know Rolando, our friendly bartender, and step outside to watch the South American countryside pass by.

Day 2: At Sea in the Drake Passage
Date: 07.12.2017
Position: 56°27S, 065°52W
Wind: W 5 knots
Air Temperature: +6°C

The first full day on board Ortelius welcomed passengers and crew with moderate winds – at least in terms of the Drake Passage. Some remaining swell from an earlier low-pressure system (approx. 4m waves) reminded everybody that it might be summer in the region, but that the Drake Passage is one of the most challenging parts of the global oceans a ship can navigate. In short, average to good conditions for the crossing of the Drake Passage allowed us to enjoy breakfast, explore the ship, introduce ourselves to fellow shipmates, and relax from a long trip to reach the Ortelius in Ushuaia.

At 11:00 Lynn started the lecture series of the trip with her talk about ‘Seabirds and the Southern Ocean’, which was the most appropriate topic for today’s morning lecture as now the birds following Ortelius were no longer simply large (put in color here..) birds, but became immediately transformed into Giant Petrel, Wandering Albatross, Cape Petrel and the like.

Now with the birds having their proper names, watching them from the open decks became even more interesting as the swell decreased substantially and moving along the ship became easier
(or do sea-legs grow so quickly?).

The Furious Fifties, from 50 to 60 degree south latitude, dreaded by all mariners of the past are presenting themselves today from their good sides, by no means comparable to the conditions the full-rigged ship Susanna had experienced in 1905 when she needed 99 days just to round Cap Horn or the conditions those ships experienced whose master’s finally gave up sailing around the Horn and going all around the globe instead…

Lunch was followed by Arjen’s highly informative talk on ‘Nature Photography’ which provided even the most seasoned photographer some tips never thought about before and the best method to make a penguin model for your photo-shoot (simply keep your distance and observe patiently, they will provide a good motive - maybe not the one you were hoping for, but an extremely good one, as they are models by nature…)

After another hour or so of bird watching, relaxing, coffee-drinking and chatting with the staff, Expedition Leader Sebastian gave his lecture on the ‘Geography of Antarctica’, successfully introducing a whole continent in less than 60 minutes.
Prior to dinner all guests were invited to the first recap session at the Bar for discussing the day’s events with the expedition team and learning about the program for the days to come. Ok, it was a sea day and thus there wasn’t too much on the agenda of today’s recap, but it will become one of the most important formats over the next couple of days. All staff are definitely prepared to handle your questions and if time might be too short, discussions can always be continued after dinner in the Bar.
Altogether, a quite calm day onboard Ortelius, but a perfect day to prepare for Antarctica itself.

Day 3: At Sea in the Drake Passage
Date: 08.12.2017
Position: 60°42S, 064°26W
Wind: W 6 knots
Air Temperature: +2°C

As everybody started to get used to the Drake Passage, the second night on board the Ortelius was less bumpy than expected. Because of this, more people joined for breakfast and the social life on board began to improve.

As this day was a full sea day again, the time was used to get all necessities done, before the action part of the adventure begins. We were supposed to receive our life jackets and Muck Boots, but that had to be delayed due to some friends who approached Ortelius to welcome us to these southern waters. Humpback and Fin whales gave a wonderful show and got the attention of all passengers and staff for almost an hour. Unfortunately, the IAATO briefing (International Association of Antarctica Tour Operators) had to be done, as it is a mandatory briefing. This was followed by a zodiac safety briefing, to keep us safe and happy while on landings and cruises.

After a delicious lunch prepared by Khabir and his team, the time for camping preparation arrived. Ben & Jerry (not the ice-cream) were responsible for explaining in detail the longest activity scheduled for those who booked in advance, surprised faces immediately appear when they came up with the bivy bags and the potty toilet. With almost no time in between, Pete the kayak guide then did his part with kayaking, giving a really complete talk and explanation about the activity and all the gear that involves, so he could give suits to the group.

After 4 PM we had our first party of the voyage, the vacuum party! Calling deck by deck, Seba the EL, started the party in the bar. Between jokes, laughs and muffins that were brought by Rolando the time for Recap arrived. As every day, the expedition leader started by outlining the plan for the following day (if weather allows), followed by Bill and his demonstration of the snowshoes we will get to wear soon. That was not all for him, because he shared part of his vast knowledge and stories about whales, which was a good introduction for Lynn’s recap who removed all doubts about the whales we saw during the day.

As the Drake Passage calmed further down over the day, we enjoyed the evening and gathered with chats in the bar.

Day 4: Danco Island and Brown Station & Skontorp Cove

Date: 09.12.2017

Position: 63°34S, 062°38W

Wind: ENE 7 knots

Air Temperature: +1°C

Early morning during windy and overcast conditions Ortelius motored towards the planned landing site at Cuverville. Unfortunately an inspection through binoculars from the bridge showed masses of drift ice collected along the shore at the landing site. Given the conditions it was clearly plan B for landing destination…and Ortelius re-positioned to Danco Island.

Zodiacs were loaded with 120 snowshoes and red marker poles and staff conducted an inspection of the landing zone. Fortunately there were no problems and passengers disembarked to be kitted out with snowshoes and then given the choice to either meander between the Gentoo penguin colonies lower down or follow Bill on a more strenuous hike uphill to the summit of the island. A large group chose the latter and a gaily coloured column of passengers slowly wound their way to the top. Once there, after photographing the superb views and antics of the nest building Gentoos, Bill encouraged the group to sit or lie down and enjoy 10 minutes of absolute polar silence.

There was an intensely aesthetic moment enjoyed by all.

During and after lunch Ortelius cruised through superb peninsula scenery of bergs, glaciers and looming mountains to anchor off the afternoon destination of Base Brown. Passengers were then split into two groups. One group landed and climbed to a high vantage point behind the station whilst others were given a zodiac cruise through brash ice into the berg and glacier studded Skontorp Cove. A visual feast as lenses trained on the beautiful assorted shapes and stunning backdrop….cameras clicked incessantly. The perfect day continued in the evening with superb conditions for the camping group who were ferried ashore after dinner. Happy passengers laughed and chattered in the bar late into the evening with everyone highly delighted at their first experience of Antarctica.

Day 5: Neko Harbour and Orne Harbour

Date: 10.12.2017

Position: 64°50S, 062°32W

Wind: calm

Air Temperature: +5°C

It was a cloudy morning, but there was little or no wind, so conditions were good for an excursion. We landed at Neko Harbour, a small indentation in Andvord Bay named after an old whaling vessel which used the little harbour for one season. Once ashore, we all began with the Gentoo penguins nesting down lower on the hillside. Quite a few of us followed Bill, who offered a snowshoe hike up to a high view point for anybody with the strength and energy to climb. There was an amazing view of the landscape from the higher reaches – at least for most of the time, when the fog stayed away. Most of us also got a short zodiac cruise along the coastline of Neko Harbour either before or after landing. People enjoyed viewing this amazing ice- and seascape, as well as the Gentoo penguins from zodiacs. Although some passengers were tired from the camping previous night, they all thought it was worth the effort to push themselves a little, and take in the amazing Antarctic scenery.

In the afternoon, we had a zodiac cruise for everyone at Orne Harbour. The weather had gotten a little rougher than in the morning, but the enthusiasm of the passengers had not been cooled down. It was the first time in this voyage that we had seen Chinstrap penguins, hearty little birds that prefer to live on rocky cliff sides and scree slopes, in places inaccessible to us for landing. After cruising the Chinstrap shore, we drove deeper into Orne Harbour, and checked out the icebergs and sea ice which had been trapped at the back of the bay by the wind and current. The icebergs and ice foes were carried to the back of the bay, and the zodiacs also drifted with the ice in this amazing snowy scene.

Day 6: Lemaire Channel and Damoy Point & Dorian Bay

Date: 11.12.2017

Position: 65°04S, 063°57W

Wind: SW 2 knots

Air Temperature: +6°C

It was an early wake-up call from the Expedition Leader, who was on the Bridge at 06.30, inviting everyone to come up onto the outer decks and enjoy the beautiful surroundings. The ship was positioned at the northern opening of the Lemaire Channel, one of the most photographed places in Antarctica. Guarding the entrance like two sentinels was the twin peaks of Cape Renard and False Cape Renard, and beyond as far as the eye could see was ice chocking the 600m wide channel. With Captain Mika at the helm and the strength of the Ortelius (ice reinforced) hull at his command this was not a day for taking prisoners. The ships cruise through this spectacular glaciated mountain range was truly incredible for many reasons. Firstly, many ships would have merely turned and run at the proposition of such a serious undertaking. Secondly, the glorious sunshine on the decks that warmed us down to single layers of clothing and beyond was, just perfect. The still clear water reflecting blue ice, hauled out Crabeater seals and steep sided glaciated mountains was truly a scene to take your breath away. Pushing the ice aside piece by piece Ortelius continued slowly forward, steadily making her way through the channel until eventually she broke free turning right towards our intended landing for the morning. However, it was soon clear to see from the Bridge that no landing could take place on Pleneau Island because of the vast amount of ice moving north in the strong current, putting us at risk of ice blocking our escape. An alternative ships cruise was possible and with the hotel staff supplying rum, hot chocolate and cookies out on deck, OTL24 was in a great shape. Going even further south in the ice towards our second possible landing site of the day (Petermann Island) was clearly out of the question and by mid-morning Ortelius was making her way back through the Lemaire channel towards Cape Renard.

After some quick thinking by the Expedition Leader our plan ‘B’ was to now sail towards Damoy Point and the possibility of a landing and kayaking in the afternoon. Luckily the weather stayed fair and after a good lunch the kayakers went off to do their activity away from the main landing area. Everyone else landed at the historic huts where Ingo was able to recount some of the interesting historic stories surrounding the site. Bill led the long walk with the snow shoe group up to the top of the hill to be greeted by some fantastic views of the surrounding area. The remaining guides managed the Gentoo penguins and Weddell seals that were hauled out on the snow at the landing area and all the time the sun shone brightly down. Pete’s kayakers were enjoying their third stellar kayaking experience a few miles away from the huts towards one of the glaciers.

By late afternoon everyone gathered at the landing area for the final part of the (optional) afternoon activities…. ‘The Polar Plunge’. Approximately 60 brave souls stripped down to their swimwear to baptise themselves in the frigid waters of Antarctica. Young and old ran in and ran out, a few lingered for pictures and some even managed a few swimming strokes however, for most it was a brief but rewarding encounter. Fresh towels were made available on the shore for all those crazy enough to jump into water (only low single digit degrees C above freezing) madness, but well done one and all on a truly fantastic end to an incredible day in Antarctica.

Day 7: Port Lockroy and Enterprise Island

Date: 12.12.2017

Position: 64°49S, 063°30W

Wind: W 5 knots

Air Temperature: +1°C

We woke early this morning to an early breakfast in order to allow time for meeting an Antarctic local. Seba had arranged for Hannah, from Goudier Island, to come on board and brief us on the history and current status of Port Lockroy base, her home for the summer. She told us of the base's origin during the Second World War as part of Operation Tabarin, an effort designed to ensure Germany did not benefit from the Antarctic region. The base was quickly handed across to scientists, who occupied the buildings until the 1960s, running meteorological, biological and geological studies alongside an official Post Office. Abandoned, the buildings were left to deteriorate until 1996, when the United Kingdom Antarctic Heritage Trust, the UKAHT, took over, and began to repair and renovate the station. Since then, Port Lockroy has resumed its position as a Post Office, added a shop, and created an impressive museum of life in Antarctica in the 1950s and 60s. Gentoo penguins have moved in to join the people, and the small island is a very busy place. Next door, at Jougla Point, a large colony of Gentoo penguins reside next to a smaller Antarctic Shag colony, and Kelp gulls, Terns, Sheathbills and Skuas all live around the edges, making this little corner of Wiencke Island a treasure-trove of wildlife, with incredible views. The mountains of Wiencke Island, rising above 3,000 feet, made an impressive display behind our landing sites, and if we looked Northwest, Mt Francais, the highest mountain on the peninsula, rising over 9,200 feet, was visible in the distance.

After spending the morning watching Gentoos and spending money in the Port Lockroy gift shop, we had a long sail to our next location, Enterprise Island. We took advantage of the opportunity to sneak in a little Polar Nap, then listened to Bill as he explained the background and impacts of whaling in the North and South Polar Regions.

Later in the afternoon, we arrived off Enterprise Island, and as the sun began to break through, launched our Zodiacs and began a cruise past the Governoren, an old whaling mothership that caught fire and burned to a shell in 1912. The Captain attempted to run the ship ashore, and she still rests within meters of the end of a narrow bay in Enterprise Island. We cruised past the metal hulk, then took the boats past old wooden waterboats, boxes, and metal stanchions used as iceberg fences in the past. We also found Gentoos, Chinstraps, Shags, Terns, Kelp gulls, and signs of skiers and mountain climbers on both Enterprise and Nansen Island, directly to the South. The light made the area seem possibly the most beautiful we had seen, highlighting the shapes of the snow and ice, and shining through the icebergs. We all had a different trip, exploring little bays and channels, circumnavigating icebergs and small rocks, and generally just enjoying the best Antarctica has to offer. None of us wanted to return to the ship, but eventually Seba convinced all to return, and we gathered in the bar for the now-normal briefing on our plans for tomorrow. As we had dinner and sailed north towards the South Shetland Islands, the sun shone on the Gerlache Strait, and illuminated the snow and glaciers on all the islands around us.

We relaxed in the bar - until the first call of "Orcas!", when we all ran outside hoping to catch a quick look at these amazing animals. We got far more than just a quick glimpse! There were about a dozen of them, with one very big male with a huge dorsal fin, several mature females and younger males, and a couple of very young calves. They splashed about together, showing their tails and bellies, spyhopping, and swimming in close lines together. While the Captain slowed the ship, they came to us, diving under the ship and swimming alongside, then heading out a short distance before coming in again and again. It was a spectacular sight in the low light, with white blows as they surfaced, then black fins flashing as they went down again. We all rushed from one side of the ship to another, retreated inside to warm fingers and change cards and batteries, and returned outside, for over an hour. At last, we said farewell, and left the whales to their business in the Gerlache Strait, resuming our transit to the South Shetland Islands. Finally, we all came inside, showed off our photos to each other, then retired, much later than intended, but very happy.

Day 8: Whalers Bay, Deception Island
Date: 13.12.2017
Position: 62°59S, 060°33W
Wind: light air
Air Temperature: +5°C

Sailing into an active volcano - what seems to be an absolute crazy idea and at the same time simply impossible was precisely what Ortelius did this morning.
At 6:45 the ship sailed through the only 600m wide ‘Neptune’s Bellows’ passage into Port Foster or in other words into the center of the caldera of the Deception Island volcano. The caldera of the still active volcano is directly connected to the ocean and most definitely one of the best natural harbours in the whole Southern Ocean. Perfectly sheltered against winds and waves once passing the challenging entrance into the caldera Port Foster was an obvious choice for whalers seeking sheltered waters for processing their catch as well as for Antarctic flight pioneers and researchers from a variety of nations.

After anchoring in Whaler’s Bay (a small bay within Port Foster) there were rich opportunities ashore. If interested in some exercise there was the option of walking up Roland Hill for a perfect overview or as an alternative to ‘Neptune’s Window’ or even to both places. Less interested in exercise but more into history, the first stop was the remains of the southernmost whaling shore station on the globe. Between 1911 and 1931 the Norwegian company Hektor A.S. operated a complete whale processing plant on Deception Island. Today the general layout of the plant with its storage tanks, steam boilers, blubber-, meat- and bone cookers oriented around a central flensing plan is still easily recognizable, but looks like a bizarre industrial monument / scenery as if taken directly from a movie. Easy explanation for this: a minor volcanic activity in 1968 that resulted in a mud-slide / glacier-run like event that buried most of the plant. The same happened to the buildings of the British research station that was originally established in 1944 as ‘Base B’ of ‘Operation Tabarin’ the secret British Antarctic operation during World War II. Afraid of Nazi-Germany developing any kind of military activities in Antarctica a group of British officers and polar scientists plotted in the Bar Tabarin the plan to establish a British war-time presence in Antarctica – it might be questioned if they were mainly concerned with the Nazis occupying Antarctica or with continuing their research and not being sent to any high-risk deployment in other theatres of war.

Regardless what might be the answer to this question, ‘Base B’ became a reality in 1944 and continued to be used by the British Antarctic Survey (BAS) up to the end of the 1960s when it was finally given up due to the increased volcanic activities.
Today, with the majority of the whaling station covered by mud and volcanic materials, the buildings of the research station slowly collapsing, and a black volcanic beach with sulphur-smelly steam escaping from the fumaroles instead of clean Antarctic white snow the place isn’t only very special, but in the end maybe something like an ‘Antarctic Industrial Pompeii’.

It is definitely a registered Antarctic historic monument and the management plan for the site calls for controlled decay as a monument to volcanic activities and more importantly the relation between humans and the powers of nature. Consequently nature is taking over again and the Kelp gulls are not only nesting upon the remains of the blubber-cookers but also already had three chicks: some cute grey fluffy feather balls just on top of a rusty boiler, which will simply make you humble.

Around noon it was back to the ship and this time not only back to the ship for some hours, but for all the distance across the Drake Passage back to Ushuaia. Some Humpback whales finally waved us a great goodbye with showing their flukes and fins.
In the afternoon a lecture about ‘Fishing Activities in the Southern Ocean Past and Today’ by Ingo not only opened the lecture series for the next two days, but also helped to get over the somewhat sad feeling that it’s already time to sail back. OK, it was probably the ‘Happy Hour’ in the Bar prior to dinner that really helped…

Day 9: At Sea in the Drake Passage
Date: 14.12.2017
Position: 60°48S, 063°06W
Wind: SW 4 knots
Air Temperature: +1°C

This was a leisurely sea-day…no landings, no zodiac cruises so passengers slept that little bit longer and enjoyed an extended breakfast. What made it especially delightful was the gentle motion of Ortelius. The Drake was being kind for once producing only a moderate swell and light winds which enable good progress towards Ushuaia.

The morning lecture on Orcas was delivered by Arjen. This was especially interesting following the superb close-up sighting of an energetic pod the previous evening. Everyone managed to capture good shots as they swam past close to the hull.
Most passengers either spent the day sharing photo files and editing thousands of photographs of the voyage or having short naps in their cabins to catch up on sleep.

Lynn delivered an informative lecture on ‘Ice’ after lunch followed by a showing of the BBC classic ‘Frozen Planet’. Educational entertainment continued during recap as Ingo presented an excellent summary of Amundsen’s expedition to the South Pole and Bill followed with a fact filled ‘Looking, Seeing, Thinking …Secret places of Ortelius’ lecture, this time relating it the ship’s engine room.

Lots of patches remained in their boxes as many passengers found they had developed ‘sea-legs’ since their first Drake Passage crossing. The sea remained calm.
As passengers shared photographs and discussed their experiences on and Antarctica …over and over again the comment was that this voyage had in every way exceeded expectations…it had been superb in every aspect.

Day 10: At Sea in the Drake Passage
Date: 15.12.2017
Position: 57°03S, 065°06W
Wind: W 3 knots
Air Temperature: +7°C

Experiencing better weather and with the sun shining through our portholes, we woke up feeling much better from the seasickness produced by the motion of the Drake Passage. It was good to see some faces that disappeared over the last two days while having breakfast, but there was also a sad touch, because the adventure was getting to the end.

The staff still had things for us to do and at midmorning Ingo gave a fantastic lecture about Windjammer and Cape Horn, about sailing vessels in the Drake, wrecks and hulks on the Falkland Islands (Islas Malvinas). As the good weather remained on our side, it was possible to take some last photos before approaching South America. Our last lunch on board was followed by a documentary from BBC, Frozen Planet that showed some awesome images of the Artic and its fauna.

Well, not every story has a completely happy ending, during the afternoon DJ and Sava called once more through the PA system to pay our bills… Ouch!!! But, at least right after that we got rid of the rubber boots and life jackets that were taking space in our cabins and making us feel a little bit sad because there were no more activities to wear them for anymore.

Last recap time arrived, and even if we expected no more surprises, suddenly we realized that one of us was not a common passenger. The COO of Oceanwide introduced himself after being incognito during the whole trip. He, Seba and the Captain gave a great speech that closed all our feelings about a wonderful trip and experience with the crew and staff at the white continent.

That was not it, before the last great dinner, DJ and Sava introduced the some of the heroes behind the scenes, part of the staff who had been making us feel even better than home helped by Bill’s cheerleading.
With our last coins and Euros in our pockets, we had to visit once more the bar to have the last chats and memories share of one of the best experiences in our life.

Day 11: Ushuaia
Date: 16.12.2017
Position: 54°48.6‘S, 068°17‘W
Wind: W 3 knots
Air Temperature: +7°C

All good things come to an end, as they say. Today was our last morning on the Ortelius. After a last night in our cabin, which had come to feel like home, it was time to move on to new adventures. We put our luggage in the corridors this morning as asked, so the crew could take them out and off the ship. After one last wakeup call by Seba, and one last meal on board, it was time to say goodbye. Goodbye to our ship and its crew and staff, and to our new friends. Arrangements were made to stay in touch and farewells were said. We could look back to an excellent and successful trip and all of us marveled at the memories of wildlife and spectacular scenery during all the activities.

At 8:30 we handed in the keys to our cabins, picked up our luggage from the pier and walked towards Ushuaia, heading for new adventures and with many great memories in our pocket.

Thank you all for such a wonderful voyage, for your company, good humour and enthusiasm. We hope to see you again in the future, wherever that might be!

Furthest South: 65°06‘S 64°00‘W
Total Distance Sailed: 1596 nm

South America Nov/Dec 2017

Sun 26th Nov 2017

Touchdown Andrews! Arrive in Buenos Aires at 9am a whopping 20 minutes early after a 14 hour flight, the captain gleefully tells his beleaguered passengers. It was a very bumpy ride over the Atlantic. So much so, I had a lucid dream where I was on holiday and I was living through an earthquake. It was crazy stuff.

Once at the airport, my bag is 1 of the last off, not an anxious wait at all! Now for usual bombardment of illicit cars for hire for the hour's journey from Pistraini to Palermo. After finding a reputable taxi company, i.e. 1 where they didn't have over zealous sales people imploring you to take up their once in a lifetime offer. I settle on Tiende Leon. The rep talks me through the options; £55 for a direct taxi or for £18 an express bus that will get me most of the way. I figure it's an adventure, let's go with the bus. The bus is super comfy, sparsely populated and well air conditioned. Previous subscribers will remember the horror of the "South American 5 seater" so this was a massive upgrade. I take everything in, the views, the sounds, the smells, it's decadent, great to be on the travel hunt again. When the bus stops, I am still quite a way from my hostel. Hmm....what to do. Right let's get a beer and some wifi in a local pub then get an uber, to ensure I don't get ripped off. To my surprise there is another car waiting for me to take me to my final destination with a couple of other travelers. Nice little bonus!

Once at my hostel "Back in BA", my room isn't ready so I have a beer with the guy on reception and talk Argentine politics, the economy, the vast changes since I was last here, the removal of the "blue rate" (Google it), Brexit and of course Manchester Unite or Seeti? The room is very basic and there's 1 toilet and shower for about 10 guys. A decent continental breakfast is included though. Every cloud.....

Rose Bar - Palermo

I go and explore all the old haunts from last time, it's so cool to be back. The weather is sensational, just begging to be sat in with a beer, which I duly oblige. I return to Campobravo, where the boys and I had a bit of a wine marathon last time. There is no repeat on this occasion, it is a Sunday afternoon and very family orientated.

Later in the evening I return to the hostel and on arrival a group of 4 Argentinians from Córdoba demand I join them for some BBQ. I literally have no choice and before you know it I am trying Cow's intestine and gland. I had no clue what it was until later. The intestine was like a very gooey sausage, safe to say that I won't be having that again. However, the gland, like everything was a bit like chicken. They save the best for last, half a bottle of Malbec just for me. After all this socialising, eating and drinking I go for a quick sleep that turns into 11 hours and wake up at 6am. Maybe I needed a bit of rest!

Mon 27th Nov 2017

I didn't want to seem super keen by going down for breakfast when it started at 7am so I waited until 7.25 so a bit of a vibe could develop. Well, it was dead until I left about 9, making full use of the buffet. It was quite a lively hostel so don't think many people made it up before noon. 

I did a walking tour of Palermo of about 4 miles, only stopping off for the usual tourist pictures, nutella pancakes and smoothie. It was a bit nippy at 9am on a Monday morning and very quiet. I think the Argentinians have it right, people started to appear around 10. 

Around midday, I head to the BA international airport, 1 hour away. This is by no means an easy task but I manage it through a combination of a taxi, coach and Spanglish. To get to La Paz, I have to fly via Santa Cruz (also Bolivia). It is a draining 8 hour journey and by the time I reach the utter madness that is La Paz I am more than beaten. It is an immense city with approximately 2.7 million people living within the valley. All you can see are half-built houses, I later find out these are actually the finished article. The city is an absolute sprawling mess, it's like they have looked at a good way to plan something then done the opposite. Nothing seems to follow any kind of logic, epitomised by the big clock in the main government palace square that is actually backwards. The roads are completely lawless and at 150% capacity, I still don't know whether they drive on the left or right. 

I've reached Nirvana, after an hour's white-knuckle taxi ride, my hostel's doors are wide open with a mischievous grin. Maybe I can finally relax. I decide to check out the hostel bar for a couple of beers, say hello to the other travellers and swap some stories. What I find is an 18-30s disgustofest. As I'm alone I sit at the bar right in the middle, next thing I know, 3 Australian girls are doing all manner of sordid forfeits. Part of some drinking game and as the requests get more disgusting, their spirit is not diminished, spurred on if anything. It's a fun show and bar staff seem way more drunk than me, slightly alarming. I get chatting to a couple of Germans who are travelling together and we decide to do the walking tour the next day. Ok that's enough for 1 day, the bar is very entertaining but I decide to get an early night as I'm shattered. 

Tues 28th Nov 2017

Breakfast in the hostel is at 9am, quite late but it gives you an idea of the clientele. Walking tour at 11am, it's pissing it down and cold. To my surprise, it isn't cancelled. It is a really good tour, we are shown Plaza Murillo that has a lot of the main government buildings and the backwards clock. The weather picks up and the guide tells us about their history. Seems quite shocking that the 70% indigenous population have no control, it is all controlled by the minority Spanish immigrant population. So tensions are high and there are regular protests as we see armed police lining a great deal of the streets. The rest of the tour includes the main markets, which serve up an avocado and egg sandwich that will knock your socks off and cost about 50 pence. We are next taken to see the witches market and the grand ma-ma herself. There is all manner of weird shit in here with a particular highlight, the dead lama foetuses. Like everything it is supposed to ward off evil spirits. 

Next up is the famous San Pedro prison. The is an exceptionally unusual prison. Inmates do not have a cell, they have to pay for it themselves. The only way to do that is work for it, so as a consequence there are shops and restaurants within the prison. Inmates also have their families living with them in the prison too and the children go to the school across the road. What 70% of inmates end up doing is manufacture and sell cocaine. Every night around 3-4am, bags of product are thrown over the prison wall and money is thrown back. Ironically most of the prisoners are in there for drug trafficking offences. How does this happen you may ask. Corruption, pure and simple. The guards and prison wardens are bribed and the president claims he knows nothing about it. There used to be tours done by a British inmate by the name of Thomas McFadden, you could even stay overnight if you wish. Apparently the deal was sweetened as you received a free "sample" on leaving and you could also partake while inside. 

As the city is so overcrowded and roads an absolute nightmare, a network of cable cars has been created. They are fantastic for getting around and I take a trip up to the top of the hill with my 2 German friends (Marcel and Janet), the views are spectacular and you can see evidence of the moon valleys despite the mass urbanisation. By the time I return to the hostel, it's about 7pm. Again I'm shattered but make it to the bar with Marcel and Janet, we decide to ride the Death Road the next day. I'd not heard too much about this but it didn't sound great! It's only dangerous for cars basically although some cyclists have died, which gave it that added dash of danger. Oh well, when in Rome. I'll tell my mum after I've done it, at the time of writing I have done and survived with no issues.

Wed 29th Nov 2017

Today we conquer the Death Road. Very exciting. Fairly early start, our guide picks us up from our hostel around 8.15, he is fairly punctual, this is of great surprise as another guy in hostel was still waiting for his to arrive 40 minutes later. South Amercian time. The journey through the mountains to start of the Death Road is breathtaking. The first part of the Death Road is not actually the Death Road, it has normal Tarmac but the road is very windy, steep and sheer drops on 1 side. It's good to get your confidence but I'm the lead rider following the guy, wow does he go quickly! So I didn't want to hold the group up, I did my best to keep up with him, certainly pushed myself beyond my comfort zone. After about 20 kilometres of barely peddling and plenty of photos, we get a taste of the Death Road. A tunnel. This is a no no for cyclists, we are directed to the narrow, rocky track to the right. With that conquered, it is back in the minibus that has been following us down with all our stuff. Now for the real Death Road.

There is quite an intense safety briefing, which shocks me to my very core. Only because we are given a safety briefing, not the content. Here. We. Go! We're off, I'm instantly hooked. The bikes have front and rear suspension so you don't feel any of the rocks and there are A LOT OF THEM. There is all kinds of sheer drops, tight bends, waterfalls, on-coming vehicles, slow moving vehicles, other riders, even dogs. It is quite difficult to take in the awesome scenery and concentrate on the road at the same time, so looking around is a minimum. We stop regularly for silly pictures and refreshments. From wearing ski outfits in the snow at the top, we descend 3km and end up in bikinis by the end. I had a couple of moments when I took a couple of corners a bit too quickly but overall totally in control, totally loved it, totally conquered it! 64km in about 3 hours, not too bad. 

Our reward was yet more food, victory beers, ice cream and even a pool to relax by before the 3 hour journey back. In evening, we meet a friend of Marcel and Janet. Mauricio, he is a local so we hoped he would take us for some traditional Bolivian food. He does but not from a place you would expect. The restaurant is called the "Dubliner", yes that's right, he took us to an Irish bar?! The dish was for 2 and basically contained meat and potatoes, good though!

Thurs 30th Nov 2017

The start of another epic day is 4.30am. After not much sleep after drinking with the Germans until after midnight, the 40 minute taxi ride to the airport is a sobering 1. My taxi driver's seat is fully reclined so my apprehension is already heightened before I get in. The airport is at the top of the hill and my hostel is at the bottom. It doesn't help that the taxi is about 100 hundred years old! The roads at some point are vertical, I've no idea if the taxi will even make it let alone get me there in time. The amount of people around at 5am is unreal. I do in fact make it with surprisingly little trouble. A personal highlight is when across the road is 5 lanes of packed traffic, what does my taxi driver do, head straight for it of course. He basically forces people to move out of the way as if he's the police or something. When I arrive at the airport, 1.5 hours prior to departure, the desks aren't even open. Yet somehow, my flight to Uyuni (Salt flat location South Bolivia) sets off 20 minutes early. South American time never fails to amaze me. 

When I arrive, my tour guide of the flats said he'll meet me. I literally am in the middle of a desert. With no signal, no wifi (that works) no clue and no Espanol I start to panic a bit. I pull myself together and find some wifi by moving about the shack of an airport terminal. I ring the tour via a what's app call and even though he said 8am and it's now 8.40, he will be there in 5 minutes. A taxi arrives and a woman with little English says "tour", it must be it! I jump in, this place is like being back in Africa, soooooo basic. Of course, I am still very early for my 10.30 tour, which I anticipate will be an 11.30 tour. I walk around the little village and find a tiny market stall that has a couple of chairs and tables outside, where I have a cup of black tea and write my blog to kill time. 

I wrote this sat right here

My tour finally starts at 11.15. Tour is advertised as being in English, tour guide doesn't speak a word, only Espanol. For fuck's sake! I was warned about this but it's pot luck. We then go to pick up some Bolivians from their hotel, who take forever to arrive. Blood starting to boil, I've already been awake for nearly 8 hours! It starts and my non-English speaking guide takes us to a train grave yard. He waffles on in Spanish, lets the other 3 out, they respond and start walking off. I asked so what's going on, I ascertain that I need to be back at the car in 5 minutes. He definitely says cinco, I confirm it with him 3 times. Ok so I go off and explore, it feels so touristy! There's about 50 other 4 wheel-drives at this place complete with hoardes of annoying American voices. I take a few pics, there's barely anything to see, 2 minutes would have been enough. So I head back. 

I get in the car but the other 3 are nowhere to be seen. After 20 minutes the guide says something about a problem and your friends. I shrug. Then he just drives off! With all their stuff in the car! I'm thinking, shit, this guy is brutal about time-keeping. He then stops back in the village, gets out and talks to, I think, his wife. She gives him some money and we return to where the rest of the group was last seen. I'm pretty sure he's as pissed off as me that the others are late, keeps pointing to his watch. I mean there's nothing here, why take so long! After 45 minutes, they turn up. He says quite a lot in Spanish to them and it ends with them swapping numbers so I'm assuming he's telling them off. A beautiful irony is that the only person that doesn't speak Spanish can understand the simple instruction of when to be back. 

Right lets go to the flats! Oh no, we have to look around some market near the flats that all basically sell the same shit. This time we have 40 minutes, again all I need is 2. I then find what passes for a cafe, so I buy a beer! Interstingly, the other couple that got a roasting for being late are well on time. The other girl from Peru is still obliviously looking around the market until he shouts her. 

Now to the flats! No, we have to go and pick 2 more people up! The time is around 1.30 now. The 2 guys get in and after the guide waffles on in Spanish to them, 1 of them turns round to me and asks in perfect in English, "did you understand what the fuck he just said?!". Great, some English people! These 2 are British Indians who have been travelling since July. Strangely they'd just stayed in the same hostel as me and did the Death Road the same day. Oh to be an un-original tourist. The tour really picks up after this. We are taken to the middle of the desert (or what seems like it) to some springs. Very cool and the water is surprisingly even colder. Next up is another opportunity for them to try and sell us something. An oasis, complete with restaurant and flags of every country except ours. Again spend way too long here doing nothing. There's only so many pictures of white space you need. 

We then go on a really long drive across the desert, this is absolutely beautiful. I really enjoy just drifting off in my own world where all around you is basically white sand that mirrors the sky. We stop in the middle, yes before was the tip of the metaphorical iceberg, for some lunch and some silly pictures. The temperature is now blisteringly hot and the social media queen within the group starts asking me to pose for pictures. I grudgingly agree. It takes an absolute lifetime for these to be done and I can feel myself burning. I'm am 2 seconds away from saying "fuck your pictures, I've had enough!" when she says all done. When I see the end result, all is forgiven, the pictures are magical. 

Back in the car and off to the extinct (I hope) volcano. In a bizarre turn of events, the tour guide disappears without warning. We're left in this spot for nearly an hour, there are gale force winds and I am dreadfully exposed to the sun. I think this is where I got badly burnt. On the way back I do get to drive the truck for a little while, which is pretty cool.

There are just a couple more insults left. We head back to near where we started, to watch the sunset. The tour stipulated that wine would be provided to toast the sunset. Of course this doesn't materialise. I try to remonstrate with the guide but he seems to think I can get the wine when we get back to the village. Pretty pointless as that's after the sunset. Next it is a rush against time to get to the airport to get my flight back. I really don't want to try and find some accommodation and stay overnight. Even though we pass the airport on the way back, it is quite difficult to explain to the guide to drop me off here rather than going back to the village and then coming back?! What kind of madness is this! He then tries to get me to pay more money to let me out at the airport. I tell him where to go, jump out and end up running in the dark to the airport terminal. I get my flight with no issues but it does again set off 20 minutes early. So could easily have missed it if it wasn't for me jumping out of the tour early.

Fri 1st Dec 2017

My day doesn't really finish. After getting back to the hostel from the flats at 22.30, I have to leave for the airport at 00.30. When I go to check out, the reception ask to settle the bill for the last 4 nights accommodation in cash. No cards accepted. Crazy. As if I have £100 worth of Bolivian dollars when I'm leaving the country shortly. I argue but to no avail and get driven in a taxi to the nearest cash point. There are 5, the first 3 don't work. The fourth then eats my card but I somehow retrieve it. I try a fifth but still no dice. I end up using my VISA debit card rather than my MasterCard. This works but I didn't really want to use it. This leaves a really sour taste about the hostel. 

Back to the airport, another 40 minute wild taxi ride. The first flight of the tour to be delayed is the 1 at 03.20. Only delayed an hour but in my state this is torture. When we eventually set off, I sleep most of the flight. Oddly they serve tea/coffee and food during the flight. You wouldn't eat or drink in the middle of the night. 

I've landed in Chile and got my bags, all I need is a taxi. My fairfx card is running low so I top it up with my debit card. Of course this gets rejected as I've just withdrawn money out in Bolivia about 8 hours before (banks block these transactions as suspected fraud). So this leaves me with no cash and no way of withdrawing any either. Cheers previous hostel! Just accept cards! So if I get an uber, that is linked to another credit card so that should be fine. I call an uber, obviously uber is controversial everywhere and in this case not allowed to pick up at Arrivals. The driver asks me to get on the free park and ride bus and meet him at the first stop. Now doing this means I will lose wifi and thus the ability to communicate with him. So I tell him I'm on my way. Getting this bus is no easy feat as again, no one understands a word of English. Eventually I get to where I'm meant to meet him. He's nowhere to be seen so I walk around searching, try and ask someone but again no English. So with no wifi I try to buy some at extortionate rates but it won't let me do that either. I'm physically drained at this point and all I want to do is just get to the hostel. I decided to get back on the next free bus back to the airport, get some wifi and go from there. When I get back online, the uber driver then says he was where I was and is asking for my description. I was the only person around so I've no idea how he missed me. He then asks me if I'll get back on the bus and come back to where I was. What an absolute joker! As if I'm going to do that. I can't even cancel as I will get charged a fee. In the end I bite the bullet and cancel and go to the airport taxi service and pre-pay (double Uber's quote) on another credit card. Just get me to my accommodation! 

After all that exhilaration, I chill for most of the day with a book and have a sleep. The hostel is very cute and has a total hippy vibe. I mean apart from breakfast and alcohol, all they serve is salad? SALAD!

Sat 2nd Dec 2017

After a relaxed morning, I book on a walking tour in the afternoon. It is very interesting and I hear all about Chile's love of stray dogs, the military coup with General Pinochet in 1973 and the Chilean's love of avocado and obsession with mayonnaise. This is a country I can really get on board with, not the bombing of the president or stray dog part though! In the evening I go for a wine tasting with some people I met on the walking tour and then a pub crawl around the lively Pio Nono district. 

There's beer pong, free shots, pretty good djs (although it's EDM) and a very strange lesbian who seemed to be from Manchester, San Francisco and Santa Monica?! Very weird. Maybe a slight loss in translation. 

Sun 3rd Dec 2017

I am pretty hungover after wine and then beer so have a very lazy day. I do make it to the market in the city centre to look for "marte", apparently it is a drink that has a very high caffeine content. I also go for a pisco sour and salmon canepes in the afternoon sun, it's beautiful. 

Mon 4th Dec 2017

Travelling day to Buenos Aires. Journey to the airport is largely trouble free. My Uber driver is from Venezuela and he wants to practice his English by chatting all the way there. It's not too bad but the pigeon English gets a bit tiresome after a while. Strangely at the Buenos Aires end, my taxi driver is also from Venezuela and he talks about it being a very difficult time in the country at the moment. So maybe I won't be visiting there just yet. 

In the evening I go to my favourite restaurant La Cabrera. They give me an absolute mountain of food and even some strange cheese dish that I didn't order. It's actually quite nice, has a very hard cheese layer on the outside then soft in the middle. I ask for the Malbec Reserve by the glass, it's incredible, although it does come by the half bottle. Suppose I shouldn't complain. I decide upon the Kobe beef cut, this is what heaven tastes like. It's a 6.30am start the next morning so I give Beer Pong a miss in the hostel. I don't think they miss me. 

Tues 5th Dec 2017

Travelling day, again, this time to Ushuaia. The South Pole creeps closer. After a very speedy check-in, yet again, it really baffles me that I see on every occasion over the last 9 flights a worked-up later in life couple arguing for an eternity with the airline representative.  What could they possibly be talking about. It is very simple, you hand your passport over, they check it, boarding cards are issued, bags are tagged and off you go. There is always some drama with the couple in front of me, could all this be over a window or aisle seat? I guess I'll never know. 

I time it perfectly, I have just have enough time for some incredible croissants at BA's domestic airport (Jorge Newberry) and then I'm away. The flight is pretty bumpy, which is perplexing as clouds are nowhere to be seen. Strong southerly winds I assume. We do seem to approach at an odd angle but we are on the ground with no problems. Ushuaia is stunning, like an Alpine ski resort. My host at the hostel says, "Welcome to the End of the World". Here we go, HERE.....WE.....GO! To quote Heath Ledger's Joker. 

The hostel is cool, unfortunately I'm sharing with 4 young, noisy Israeli lads. Hebrew certainly isn't the most beautiful language. Sounds like a sinus infection and an aggressive 1 at that. I do a few jobs, the highlight being getting my passport stamped with "Antarctica". Life goal realised! My passport now contains stamps for all 7 continents! This is so exciting. The culmination of months, well actually years of planning. As Fergie (Black Eyed Peas) sings, "What a feeling....ooooo oo". 

I hang out with some guys at the hostel in the evening. Kevin (US) and Simona (Holland), who are also getting the boat to Antarctica tomorrow. It is amazing how shy people are. They will happily sit there for hours but as soon as you say a couple of words to people, they never shut up. Obviously I am in stellar company, when it comes to travel, Simona's passport is incredible. Stamps, visas, souvenirs, it's got the lot. And on nearly every page. I dare say, fuller than mine. And for Kevin, he has been traveling for 7 months and this is continent number 7. Pretty cool I must say. 

Wed 6th Dec - Sat 16th Dec 2017 - Antarctica

Sun 17th Dec 2017

I sample the free breakfast put on by the hostel, yep worst so far on the trip as I suspected. I chill for an hour before I head to the airport, lucky as this was to be one of THE most excruciating airport experiences of my life. 

Upon arrival at the tiny airport of Ushuaia, it is absolute mayhem. It's like a fire sale and the entire population of the most southern city in the world is in attendance. I bump into a couple of fellow Ortelians, have a chat about the best course of action. It looks like just to drop my bag off, I have to get in a queue that is the complete length of the airport, circa 100 metres. 

It seems there are 5 flights today and all take off within 2 hours of each other, I love planning like that, honestly! Instead of checking in by flight, you check in by Airline. Thus you have a ton of people checking in for flights that leave after mine. The queue moves at a snail's pace. I feel myself getting more and more frustrated. There's a group a couple of people in front of me and I just knew they would be trouble. Ok so my flight is due to take off in 45 minutes, I've already been in this queue for nearly an hour and I've only moved up a third of the way. As the flight time ticks closer and I'm still not much nearer, I come to the realisation I'm not getting this flight. I take the bold decision to leave my bag in the queue and try and speak to someone in charge. No English of course and seem not to care my flight leaves imminently. I get back to my place in the queue. It is now 20 minutes past when my flight is due to leave, when this family I mentioned finally get to the check in desk. 

The 1 woman on the check in desk is saying a lot to them in Spanish and it doesn't sound good. She then walks off! She does this for the next 10 minutes, she seems to be looking for someone to authorise something. My blood is boiling by this point and ready to punch someone. So I shout "what the fuck is going on?!" in the direction of the desk. Of course, no one understands me or even bats an eyelid. I ask the couple in front in a more polite manner, I ascertain these idiots in front have been queuing up for a flight to Parilla that has been cancelled! So instead of sending them to the Customer Service desk, the check in girl is trying organise a hotel for them herself! WTF! She has about 100 people to check in still and she's messing about with that?! Finally they open up another desk, I'm next, it's now 30 minutes after departure. I'm expecting her to say, you've missed it. In seconds the lady gives me my boarding pass and takes my case off me. I ask her if I've missed it, she doesn't understand. I don't hang around, I run, I don't even check to see if my bag has been tagged and taken away. So I have zero confidence my bag will get there. I don't care, I just want to get the hell out of this godforsaken place. 

Oh you thought the pain was over, oh no. I'm now in a massive queue at security. I thought I was there! The security at the front says something I don't understand and a few people go to the front and he lets them through. I assume this can only be for people on my flight so I follow and the guy lets me through. Worst security ever. I don't have to take my liquids or electronics out, I set the buzzer off but they just wave me through. No search, no nothing. Crazy. Ok so I'm the only 1 running down the corridor to plane. I made it! Unbelievable. The plane is by no means full and another 50 people get on including that moronic family. Must have decided Buenos Aires was for them rather than a hotel in Ushuaia, who knows. The flight takes off about an hour late, pure incompetence or "South American time"?

Finally get to my hostel, it's awesome, right in the city centre and I have my own room with en suite. And relaxxxxxxxx........

Mon 18th Dec 2017