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Welcome to M/V Ortelius ... Our Floating Home for the Next 30+ Days

Friday, 9 January 2015
At Sea — Beagle Channel
Position: 54°57’ S / 66°52’ W
Temps: Hi 52F (11C) / Lo 41F (5C)

Greetings from M/V Orteliuswe’re on our way to the Antarctic! I can barely stand the excitement!

But first … a special photo I came across when I was researching the ship and the itinerary.  We were already booked on our recently-completed South America cruise when I found it … I thought it was quite prophetic.

Celebrity Infinity from the bridge of M/V Ortelius … when? by who?
I wish I knew so I could credit the photographer.
[the selective color processing is mine.]

We’re settled into our floating home for the duration of this expedition voyage from Ushuaia, Argentina to Bluff, New Zealand. Figured it’s better to unpack and put things away now while we’re in the Beagle Channel. After all we don’t know what the Drake passage has in store for us tomorrow ;-)  Now, with the empty luggage stowed, I can focus on writing my first blog post aboard Ortelius.

Ross Sea Expedition map — courtesy of Oceanwide Expeditions, the company
that operates M/V Ortelius. I added the inset showing our embarkation port in
Ushuaia, Argentina. The helicopter marks Puerto Williams, Chile … where we
will pick up the three choppers that are going to the Antarctic with us.
then … through the Beagle Channel and out into the Southern Ocean.

So, going back in time to earlier today … in Ushuaia.

We had our last breakfast at Casa Los Tulipanes with Marta and Jack, and Francesca and Stefano. Then we set about re-packing what we had taken out of our bags. By 10:30a, we were ready to walk into town. This time, we followed the upper route through the forest, walked down some steps to another road, and navigated another set of steps that brought us to Avenida Magallanes.  Less traffic and about the same distance as following the main road.

This road from Casa Los Tulipanes runs through a quiet neighborhood set in a beech forest.

Down these steps, and then off to the right, and down another set of steps
by that red building in the distance … and we’ll be at the edge of downtown.
The path we took in past days is just this side of the trees on the far side of the road.

From a distance, we could see several expedition ships in port. But we postponed checking them out in lieu of a quick visit to the hair salon for haircuts. Not that we really needed a cut.  We’d stopped by the same salon when Infinity called on Ushuaia on 27 December, but with 30 days at sea ahead of us, a trim was definitely in order. Fernando did a great job.

My hair’s cut; now it’s Mui’s turn.

From there we wandered down to the port area to identify the ships. Akademik Ioffe, an all white ship with a boxy superstructure, was easy. As was NatGeo’s Explorer and SilverSea’s Silver Expedition — prominently displayed logos helped.  Via Australis was familiar from having seen it at Cape Horn two weeks ago. That left the ship at the end of the pier as Ortelius — the very one whose name had been blocked from our sight last night. No way to get a clear photo of it, but we clicked the shutter anyway and headed back to Avenida San Martin to get ourselves some lunch.

We can identify four of the five Antarctic expedition vessels docked at the pier;
that leaves the ship we saw last night — hidden behind the white one — as M/V Ortelius.

Mui wasn’t in the mood to experiment with a new place, so we went to Tante Sara. I opted for a flat bread pizza; Mui ordered the salmon omelet ... we shared both. Dessert was at Laguna Negra — hot chocolate for me, and a submarino for Mui … with a couple of chocolate-covered alfajores to share. A coupon Mui picked up at the order counter resulted in my hot chocolate being complimentary — nice ;-)

Yummy treats at Laguna Negra.
A submarino involves stirring a stick of chocolate in hot milk until it melts and dissolves.

We returned to Casa Los Tulipanes to while away our last hour in Ushuaia, chatting with Jack about travel plans … theirs and ours. Marta was on assignment, escorting the Silver Explorer passengers to lunch before dropping them off at the ship. Her job done early, she called to say she was ready to meet us, so we put the last of the bags in the car and headed into town around 3:30p.

Our home away from home until we disembark on 10 February.

Access to the port is restricted, so we were thinking we were going to have to roll our bags down the length of the pier, but Marta came to our rescue. As a guide, she has a vehicle pass that allows her through the gates. She and Jack drove us all the way to the end of the pier, where we gave our bags to the crew; completed the health questionnaire — no, we have not been anywhere where we might have contracted Ebola; and waited a few minutes for boarding to be called. We used those minutes to bid a final farewell to our friendly hosts. They were pulling away from the ship when we were invited to board.

Looking down the pier from M/V Ortelius.

At the top of the gangway, we were directed to the reception desk in the lobby on Deck 4. Michael, the hotel manager, was standing by to hand over the keys to cabin 529 in exchange for our passports — which the ship will hold until we arrive in New Zealand. We were then escorted to our cabin by our stewardess.

”X” marks the cabin we booked; the circle marks the cabin we were upgraded to by Oceanwide.

We initially booked a twin window cabin. Later, we were sent new deck plans announcing the deck 5 refurbishment had been completed. Our cabin was now considered a deluxe window cabin. The difference — nothing; just a designation for an end-unit cabin. Before we could get ‘excited’ about the change, however, we received an email from Marie at Oceanwide’s Houston office. Apparently, a couple of people traveling together wanted our deluxe cabin, which connected to the adjacent cabin. The question was: “Will you accept a free upgrade to a superior cabin?” Are you kidding us … that was now the highest category on the ship ;-) A review of the available cabins netted us #529 — the port half of what used to be a suite that was converted into two superior cabins. Through a door just outside the cabin, easy access to the outer decks was guaranteed.  Perfect!  Almost like having a private veranda ;-)

Cabin 529 is a superior cabin on the recently-refurbished deck 5.
The loveseat opens into a twin bed to sleep 3 people if booked as a triple cabin.
Note the raised edges of the platform around the bed — so we don’t fall off in high seas :-)

On the left, a double wardrobe; a bar fridge and desk next to it. The door
connects to an adjacent cabin — what used to be the other half of a suite.

Pull-down blackout shades ... handy since we will have 24-hour days on this voyage.

The cabin is simply furnished. Everything has a sheen of newness about it. We have plenty of space to move about, and a bonus loveseat, which actually converts to a bed. One end of the desk has a bar fridge — opening the door revealed two bottles of wine, which the bartender said is ours to enjoy gratis … perk for our cabin category. On the desk is a kettle, and a selection of teas and Nescafé to make hot beverages. Also a couple of bars of chocolate for when the cravings hit ;-).

Perks and amenities.

There is plenty of storage in the cabin — space under the bed to stow empty luggage … handy since we are not traveling light; two bedside cabinets with a top drawer; and a wardrobe with rods to hang shirts and pants (need pants hangers), topped with two shelves on one side, and five shelves on the other side.

The en suite is quite spacious, with a walk-in shower in one corner. There is a medicine cabinet above the sink, and a two-shelf cabinet below … plenty of space for toiletries. The soap and shampoo dispensers are filled with organic products. The only problem with the design of the bathroom is the lack of a towel rack. Luckily, our suction cup hooks work really well on the metal door, so we have a place to hang our towels. Our shoe-bag-thingy — which we use for grab-and-go odds and ends — fits perfectly on the outside of the bathroom door to complete our storage capacity.

Once settled into the cabin, we wandered around the outside decks and the public spaces to get the lay of the ship. The lack of helicopters on either the helipad or in the hangar was a bit worrisome — until we found out later that they would be flown from Puerto Williams to the ship on our way out of the Beagle Channel. Aaah yes — Chilean pilots in Argentinean waters would not be kosher ;-)

from the bow on deck 4 towards the bridge on deck 7.
I anticipate we will be spending a lot of time out here — if sea conditions allow.

The zodiacs we will be using for ice cruises and landings are stowed on deck 5.

Helipad and helicopter hangar — the choppers will be coming aboard in Puerto Williams.

Deck 7 panorama of the open space behind the bridge (white structure forward).

At 5:00p, we headed to the lecture hall — Deck 3 forward — for a briefing by Don MacFadzien, our expedition leader, and Third Mate Matei, the ship’s safety and navigation officer. The briefing was followed by the muster drill. Wearing our life vests, we headed to the muster station — the observation lounge on Deck 6 midship — where a roll call was taken. When the abandon ship signal was given, we were escorted to the lifeboats. Though the hatches were open, we did not have to enter the boats — unless you wanted a photo op once the drill was completed … we didn’t ;-)  It was at about this time that it started raining, so we scurried inside once the all clear was sounded.

Lecture hall on deck 3 forward — utilitarian is the description that comes to mind.

Our first briefings — many more will come, but on different topics.

It was still raining when the ship threw off its bowlines, pivoted, and headed east down the Beagle Channel. It was 7:00p — an hour later than scheduled, but no one seemed to mind the delay. Once the ship was underway, we adjourned to the observation lounge/bar for the Captain’s Welcome Aboard Party.

Captain Ernesto’s remarks were brief and included an invitation to visit the bridge whenever it is open to passengers — “but not all at once, please.” Introduction of the expedition team followed. In addition to the leader and assistant leader, we have five naturalist guides who will be speaking to us on various topics, and driving the zodiacs when we start landings in a few days’ time.

A sense of déjà vu comes over me as Ortelius leaves the pier.
Didn’t we just do this two weeks ago?

At 8:00p, we moved en masse to the dining room on Deck 4 midship. Set up as open seating, it accommodates everyone at the same time. Dinner was table service — tablemates tonight were fellow-passenger Didier (Switzerland); expedition leader Don (New Zealand); and naturalist/guide Gillian [Gill] (New Zealand). It didn’t take long for conversation to flow freely … and with considerable hilarity.

There was only one choice on the menu tonight — pan roasted turkey — but I understand that in the days ahead we will select from three options. The choices will be presented to us at lunch, and we will place our order at that time.  We’re very much in favor of this practice, which we are familiar with from our previous Antarctic expedition … anything that serves to minimize food waste is a good thing.

There is a mirror image of this side of the dining room on the port side of the ship.

By the time dinner was over, we were approaching Puerto Williams, Chile … on the south side of the Beagle Channel. The light was dying, and it was still raining, so we opted to unpack instead of going on deck to watch the fly-in of the three helicopters that we will be taking south with us.

We’re still in the Beagle Channel, so the waters remain calm. But I imagine we’re getting close to the mouth of the waterway. What is awaiting us outside the channel? At dinner, Don said the Drake was looking good. But we’re talking about waters that are some of the stormiest anywhere around the world, so that can change at the drop of a pin. All we can do is hope for the best ;-) In the meantime, my bed is calling me.

Video Retrospective: Around South America and Back to the Tip of the Continent

Thursday, 8 January 2015
Ushuaia, Argentina

Before we leave Ushuaia tomorrow, I thought I’d post a link to the videos Mui took in the ports of call on our back-to-back South America cruise aboard Celebrity Infinity … and during the few days we tacked on in Ushuaia between disembarking Infinity and boarding the next vessel that will take us on the continuation of our southern hemisphere adventures.

If you’d like to view the videos, click on the image below. Once you're at the video web gallery, you can pick and choose which video you want to watch. Hover over the thumbnails in the gallery to display the titles.

Access the video retrospective by clicking this image.

Ushuaia: PED 4 ... Doctor's Visit & Dinner with Fellow-Expeditioners

Thursday, 8 January 2015
Ushuaia, Argentina
Hi 49F (9C) / Lo 37F (3C)

Our coldest day in Ushuaia yet. Mui said that the difference was quite noticeable from yesterday. I wouldn’t know as I stayed in all day. Why? Let me ‘splain.

I mentioned a few days ago that Mui was not feeling on top of his game. When he woke up this morning, his voice was hoarse; and when he swallowed, his ear ached. So, he decided to see a doctor and get some prescriptions if necessary to stave off what he suspected was an ear infection. After breakfast, Jack drove him into town and dropped him off at the private clinic Marta suggested he visit.

While he was out, I began reviewing my checklist for the things that needed to be taken care of before we head into the land of no internet … no communication — for the next 30+ days. That we will be incommunicado is not entirely true. There will be a connection to the outside world via satellite. But the cost will be prohibitive for all but emergencies.

By the time Mui and I talked next around 11:30a, I was well on my way to finishing up my paperwork. He said the doctor had confirmed the ear infection and prescribed ear drops and a course of antibiotics. All for the price of AR$650 (~ $48) for the doctor’s visit; and AR$307 (~ $23) for the prescription. Might have been cheaper had he gone to the hospital instead of a private clinic — but no time to waste sitting around waiting to be seen. Certainly no comparison to what the whole thing would have cost in the US … even had I used the official AR$8.50 rate for my calculations instead of the blue market exchange rate we got for the pesos we purchased in Buenos Aires.

In any event, after giving me the good news that what ailed him was nothing serious, Mui headed off to pick up some lunch to bring back with him. In the process of doing so, he ran into a couple of friends from the Quark expedition team — in Ushuaia on a turnaround day. He chatted with Dave and Nicola for a bit, and met Dmitri Banin, an expedition team member who will be on the Ortelius with us for the Ross Sea voyage.

Our afternoon was a quiet one, with Mui napping to gain his strength back before dinner. Around 7:00p, we headed off to have dinner with strangers! Strangers? Well, sort of. What is it they say about there being no strangers, just people you haven’t met yet.;-)

When I was researching the Ortelius and the Ross Sea itinerary, I posted a few questions in various forums. One of them prompted Judy and Mark, from Massachusetts, to send me an email saying they would be on the ship with us. A few more emails followed, and we agreed to have dinner the night before embarking the ship. To celebrate the beginning of our new Antarctic adventure, as we did the one in 2007, Mui and I already had plans for dinner at a lovely little restaurant called, Kaupé. We suggested they join us; they accepted. And then Judy and Mark found Suzanne, from Australia — also booked on our sailing. And thus our party of four became a party of five.

As per my reservation request, we had a window-side table — in this case, the one in the bay window visible in the picture below. The ambiance at Kaupé was as I remembered it from our first time dining there — elegant, but in a casual sort of way. Conversation flowed freely, first as we each gave a little spiel about ourselves, and later as we talked about past travels and other interests.

Our pre-expedition celebration at Kaupé — 30 December 2006.

The menu had not changed in the intervening years, so making selections was easy for us. I ordered the Caprese Salad and followed that with the Sea Bass with Lemon and Sage. As his starter, Mui had the Vitello Tonnato (thin slices of veal with a cold tuna sauce) and ordered the special — Grilled Octopus — as his main course. No question what Mui was going to have for dessert — Marquise, which consisted of wedges of chocolate mousse set in a pool of dulce de leche sauce. For me, a refreshing Lemon Sorbet with a Raspberry Coulis was the perfect end to the meal.

Sorry, no photos of our new friends or the food ... as you can tell from the two re-used photos above, I didn’t have my camera with me :-(

As we were eating, we noticed that one of the Antarctic-bound ships had remained at the pier after the others had left. From a distance, we couldn’t make out the name, but I ventured a guess that it just might be Ortelius. Even as we were debating the identity of the ship, another one was coming into port — this one easier to make out due to the signature yellow rectangle on the hull, designating it the National Geographic Explorer. We verified this with a short walk to the port after dinner, but alas the identity of the other ship remained a mystery since its bow was blocked from our view by the Explorer.

By this time, the night air had chilled considerably. So, we bid our dinner mates a temporary farewell, hailed a cab, and headed home to Casa Tulipanes … for one last sleep in our cozy room.

Montevideo, Uruguay: They are not Long, the Days of Wine & Sightseeing

Friday, 2 January 2015
At Sea On the River — Rio de la Plata
Temps: Hi 73F (23C) / Lo 61F (16C)
Distance to Buenos Aires, Argentina — 137 NM (158 miles / 254 km)

As dead and gloomy as Montevideo was yesterday, it was the exact opposite today.  As we anticipated, the city came alive as Uruguayans resumed their daily lives after taking a day off from ringing in the new year.  The sun came out; the skies were blue — we did indeed see things in a colorful, bright, and different light.

A pink anchor in an industrial port? Just seems so out of place ;-)

Since we had already done the city stroll planned originally for today (post here), we joined new-friends Debbie and Darby (from Austin, Texas; fellow-Phaetonites … same model and year as ours, no less) and a Canadian family of four on a tour D&D had organized.  The plan was to do a city tour through the neighborhoods of Montevideo, and eventually end up at a winery for lunch and wine tasting.

We probably didn’t follow the exact route depicted in the map, but close enough!

We joined our tour guide, Adriana, outside the port entrance, and with Gustavo at the helm of a spacious van that could have accommodated several more people easily, off we went to see what we could see.  Our timing at each stop was planned well, with our arrival in several places coinciding with the departure of the big tour busses.  A school teacher when she’s not guiding, Adriana was great — once again proving the impact a guide can have on the success or failure of a tour.  She regaled us with tidbits of information as we drove about the city.  She had a great sense of humor, joking with everyone throughout the day.

The only repeat stop of the tour was at Plaza Independencia — which separates the old city from the new.  But even here we learned something new from Adriana — who knew that the palm trees around the plaza number 33 to represent the 33 Orientales who completed the road to independence, which was started by the country’s national hero, José Artigas.

Plaza Independencia looks bright and cheerful on this sunny morning.

Left: Mausoleum of José Artigas, Father of Uruguayan Nationhood.
Top Right: Palacio Estévez, once the working palace of the President; now a museum.
Bottom Right: The Executive Tower is where the President’s office is now located.

I’ll intersperse some of the tidbits Adriana shared with us amongst the photos from the city portion of the tour.  Starting with the name of the country, which officially is: República Oriental del Uruguay.  It translates as the Eastern Republic of Uruguay, a reference to its location east of the Uruguay River.

Palacio Legislativo is where the Uruguayan parliament meets.  The building was inaugurated
in 1925 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the declaration of independence.

The national flag has nine stripes representing the original departments — states, if you will — at the time Uruguay gained its independence.  The blue represents the sky and sea; the white represents peace; and the “Sun of May” represents the revolution.

The blue, white, and red striped flag in front of the Legislative Palace (above photo) was used by José Artigas during the fight for independence.

La Carreta [The Cart] is a bronze José Berloni sculpture that is now recognized as
a national monument.  Depicting a cart pulled by yoked oxen, it was installed at
Parque Batlle in 1934.  The sculpture recalls the classic means of transport
used by the country people prior to the introduction of trains and cars.

At a park overlooking Rio de la Plata, with the name of the city as a prop for photos, Adriana told us the two theories about how the city came to be named Montevideo.

One theory is based on the words uttered by a Portuguese sailor of yore — essentially meaning “I saw a mountain.”  The other theory breaks down the name as a description of the area: monte [mountain] vi [six] deo [east to west] … the sixth mountain from east to west.

Now you see us at Letrero Montevideo [Montevideo signpost] …

… now you don’t see us … unless you look closely at the letters ;-)

The modern city of Montevideo is quite impressive with well-maintained neighborhoods.  The waterfront — lined with high rise buildings — reminded me of Alsancak, the neighborhood I grew up in İzmir, Turkey.  But with more public parks and green spaces everywhere.

At Plaza Virgilio, we find a monument to the men who died in the service of the country, and …

… a couple of Monk Parakeet [aka Quaker Parrot] feeding on the grass.

Anyone who has done an all day tour knows that a ‘comfort break’ is essential at some point.  Usually, the driver will stop at a gas station — hopefully one that has clean restrooms.  Adriana dismissed that idea, and took us to the Sofitel Montevideo Casino Carrasco & Spa instead.  The restrooms were lovely, but I’ll share photos from the lobby instead ;-)

Gorgeous skylight in the center of the lobby ceiling!

Next came the food and wine portion of our tour.  Gustavo drove us to Canelones, about 30 miles [50 km] north of Montevideo.  Our destination was the Viña Varela Zarranz, a family owned winery that has been in business since its establishment 30 years after the country became independent.

[scanned from the business card we picked up at the winery]

We were greeted by Victoria, whose great grandfather founded the winery.  After brief introductions, she began the tour of the vineyard — they grow tannat grapes, which she described as being to Uruguay what malbec is to Argentina.  She talked about the wines they make — primarily table wines, with some fine wines as well — and took us through the facilities as she explained the wine-making process.  They export 20% of the wines — mostly to other South American countries; the bulk of it is sold in-country.

Victoria explains that the v-shaped trellises allow the grapes to
get sun from four sides, and improve the circulation of air as well.

After the grapes are crushed in the white tubs outside,
the product is pumped inside the building to be de-stemmed.

The wine produced at the winery is stored in vats and barrels.

The sparkling wine bottles are turned a fraction by hand — each day.  This serves to consolidate
the dead yeast cells — lees — in the neck of the bottle for eventual disgorgement.

The stability and health of the wine is tested in this lab before it is shipped for sale.

Vudu is the brand of jug (table) wine produced by the winery.  The name is the acronym for
a producers’ cooperative — Viticultores Unidos del Uruguay [United Vintners of Uruguay].

The tour continued with lunch and wine tasting, which was held in the cellar near the old manor house.  Entering the building, we went down a short flight of steps into a cozy room with thick-stone walls, the table set with cold cuts and crackers.

In addition to the cold cuts and cheeses, we were served tartas [pies] — ham and cheese or leek were our choices.  Dessert was Neapolitan ice cream sandwiches, drizzled with a very tasty wine reduction sauce.

The tasting included four varieties of wines — a white, not dissimilar to but drier than moscato (or so we were told … I wouldn’t know one from the other); two reds — one a blend of 50% tannat/30% cabernet/20% pinot, and one tannat-only; and finally, a bubbly — their version of champagne.  I’m not much of a wine drinker, but I enjoyed the white and the bubbly … and even sipped at the reds.  We had to take a pass on purchasing any bottles to take with us, however, as we still have a long trip ahead of us, and can’t afford the extra weight in our bags ;-)

Salud!

Having taken note of a conversation revolving around dulce de leche, Adriana asked Gustavo to take us to a convenience store on our way back to the city.  Dulce de leche roughly translates as milk jam — but it’s more like a sweet milk butter that has the consistency of peanut butter.  The opportunity to buy a jar of this sweet treat was too much of a temptation for Mui, so we ended up getting a small jar to tuck away in our luggage; he’ll enjoy it when we get back home … if he can hold off that long ;-)

Adriana dropped us off at the port entrance, but not before pointing out the Mercado del Puerto [the port market] across the street and suggesting we check out the asado [barbecue] places inside.  Too bad we were all full from our meal at the winery — the smoke-filled interior of the old building was redolent with the aroma of grilled meats and vegetables.  It was very tempting, but we had to take a pass.  Maybe next time.

Hmmm, hmmm, good!  But no thanks … this time.

We then did a quick wander through some of the same streets we walked yesterday.  Restaurants were doing brisk business, as were the shops.  Lively was the atmosphere with music and conversation spilling out all around us. And the clean-up of the new year’s eve celebration trash had begun, with considerable progress already made.

We returned to the ship shortly after 4:00p, an hour ahead of the scheduled sailaway.  Surprise, surprise … Infinity left its berth on time for the first time on this cruise ;-)  Could it be that the captain is anxious to get to our last port of call and disembarkation point?

P.S. The title of the post is a mangled version of a line from an Ernest Dowson poem that, in part, reads …
…  They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.