It’s been said that you should never meet your heroes as you’ll invariably be disappointed. I was hoping that it wasn’t going to apply to one of the places that i’ve wanted to visit for many, many years.
It’s possible to fly to The Antarctic peninsula but I didn’t believe, for me, that it was in the spirit of adventure. 100 years ago, in 1915 Shackleton had travelled by ship to get stuck in ice in The Weddell Sea. Surely the mode of transport would need to be by ship – hopefully we wouldn’t meet the same fate.
We left from Puerto Madryn and would be travelling down to The Falkland Islands, to South Georgia, onto The Antarctic Peninsula and then back to Ushuaia in Argentina.
Gentle sailing to The Falklands and from there the South Atlantic started to liven up with up to 15 metre swells and 70 knot winds as low pressure after low pressure squeezed through The Drake Passage.
It really puts things into perspective, the ocean is huge and immensely powerful. In comparison we certainly aren’t. We were in a 90 metre ship which at times felt, as it was being tossed about, like a small rowing boat. The sight of land at South Georgia after 2 days was very welcome