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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.

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.

Estancia Harberton: the Penguins of Isla Martillo

Wednesday, 7 January 2015 (Part II)
Ushuaia, Argentina

After missing out on going to Estancia Harberton in 2006, we managed to get out to the ranch this year — better late than never … even if our visit today did not include a guided tour of the property itself.  Perhaps we’ll get to do that, and even stay on the estancia, when we next find ourselves in the region.

I wrote about our day, including the museum portion of the tour, in the previous post, but skipped over the visit to the pingüinera [penguin colony] … simply too many photos to share.  So, here’s the promised post with tons of penguin pictures — starting with this one taken by Augustin where a committee of Magellanic penguins greeted us on the landing beach ;-)

Before I go on … an aside.  Although these posts will eventually be moved to their rightful place in the archives, I’m finalizing the drafts I wrote back in January and posting them in May 2015.  I heard today, May 26, that Natalie Goodall, wife of the fourth-generation grandson of Thomas Bridges, died at her home on Estancia Harberton.  She was the founder of the Acatushún Museum … which I wrote about in the previous entry … posted on May 25.  Natalie Goodall apparently died the same day I posted about the museum … a coincidence that sends chills down my spine.  The wonderful little museum will preserve her legacy.

Yécapasela Reserve is so designated after the original native name of the island that is now known as Isla Martillo [Hammer Island].  The current name is in reference to the shape of this small piece of land in the Beagle Channel … wasn’t apparent to us from sea-level, but the resemblance is there if you get to see the island by air, or if you look at it on a map.  Access to the island is restricted — landings even more so … available only via PiraTour, no more than 80 people per day in groups no larger than 20 participants.  Those that land may not realize it, but they are actually participating in a research project that studies the impact humans have on the penguins nesting on the island.  If our experience is anything to go by, they could care less about the humans that walk amongst them.

Our chariot out to Isla Martillo arrives to pick us up.

The trip to Isla Martillo was on a covered boat that had pontoons resembling a zodiac.  The ride lasted about 15 minutes, and the last 5 minutes was more or less drifting while Augustin outlined the rules for walking with the penguins — stay on the path, don’t harass the critters, etc. … all common sense guidelines.

Once the rest of the group boards, we’ll be off to visit the penguin colony.

Soon we were stepping down — or rather slipping off the pontoon — onto a pebble beach filled with Magellanic Penguins.  There was a stepladder available for those who preferred to use it.  We stayed on the beach for a while, photographing and watching the antics of the penguins, and getting our photographs taken with these curious and interesting creatures.

Does anyone know what time the boat returns?

From what Augustin explained about the history of the island, Isla Martillo was originally used as a natural pen for raising sheep and cattle.  After these animals were removed in the 1960s, the island was re-colonized by the Magellanics.  The latest count is 5,500 nests — which equates to about 15,000 breeding, immature, and newly hatched chicks.  These birds — and yes they are birds though they cannot fly — arrive in October to reclaim an existing burrow, or scratch one out of the ground if they are new to the business of breeding.  They lay their eggs, and after the chicks are fully fledged, they return to sea in April, where they stay until the next breeding cycle.

Family at home!

Do you need your diaper changed?

From the beach, we walked inland where we found more Magellanics, some with chicks.  But here we also found the non-migratory gentoo penguins — by last count, 35 nests — the only ones to be found in Argentina.  And as a bonus, we also saw the three non-breeding king penguins that somehow found their way to Isla Martillo and decided to stay here.

Visitors who have made themselves at home on Isla Martillo.

Gentoos are easily identified by their white earmuffs and brilliant orange beaks.
King Penguins have similar plumage to emperors, but are smaller;
and they don’t breed on the Antarctic Continent.

Unlike some of the other penguins, Kings rely less on krill and more on fish
and squid for their food.  On foraging trips they repeatedly dive to over
330 feet (100m), and have been recorded at depths greater than 980 feet (300m).

Unlike Magellanics, which burrow; and Kings, which don’t build a nest at all …
Gentoos build shallow nests made up of pebbles that they scrounge from the land …

… or steal from neighboring nests … as the penguin in the lower left is doing.
Of course seeing as how the nesting penguin isn’t raising a ruckus, that
just might be his/her mate, adding to their stash of nest-building rocks.

Gentoo chick snuggling under the parent … could be mom or dad as they share nesting duties.

We didn’t mind that the latter two species were in such small numbers — we saw them by the hundreds of thousands on our 2007 Antarctic expedition.  They are always a pleasure to see no matter their numbers.

Just to show you I’m not kidding when I say we saw penguins by the hundreds
of thousand in 2007.  This colony at Salisbury Plain was 125,000-pairs strong
at the time we visited … not counting the immatures and chicks.
[More photos from this colony … click here.]

The final portion of our walk took us around to another side of the island.  Following the trail as instructed, we arrived in an area where there were Magellanic penguin chicks galore.  No more than two months old — most probably in the one-month range — these balls of fur were nothing if not adorable.

We're not allowed to leave the trail, but the penguins can stray on to our path at will.

We spent the majority of our time on Isla Martillo here.  When Augustin called time and said it was time to go back to the boat, we lagged behind, letting most of the group go ahead of us.  We were rewarded for dawdling with an opportunity to see the feeding frenzy that follows when one of the parents return to the nest after foraging at sea.  I think there were only a couple of us who had the privilege of the experience.

The chick getting fed is the more aggressive of the two; he gets more than his share.

Chicks are fed regurgitated food the parent forages from the sea.
If you look closely, you’ll see the chick has its beak in the parent’s mouth to get fed.

Action like this deserves a video clip!

We were walking back just as the catamaran from another tour company was nosing up to the beach.  Not licensed to land, the boat beached itself on the pebbles, giving its passengers a chance to see the penguins from a reasonable distance.  Noticing the crowded bow deck, with passengers jostling for a front row view, we were happy we had paid the AR$1,340/person (~ $100 based on the exchange rate we paid for our pesos).  It was worth it to be able to walk amongst the penguins, not to mention the chance to see the gentoo and king penguins which were on the opposite side of the berm, and hidden from the catamaran.

It’s doubtful the people on the catamaran can even see these penguins standing
behind the berm; and if they can, they’ll be no more than small black and white dots.

Our chariot awaits to return us to Estancia Harberton.

Are you wondering why we didn’t mind paying to see penguins when we are going to see plenty of them for free — or at least without paying extra — on our Antarctic expedition in a few days?  Aside from the fact that the fee for the tour covered more than just the penguins, the answer is simple.  We won’t have an opportunity to see Magellanics once we leave South America … their range doesn’t reach as far south as we will be going.  So no more … this is the end of the Magellanic penguins … at least for this trip ;-)