02 February, 2016

Penguins and ice...


From Port Lockroy, the Orion headed south-west down the Gerlache Strait. Our weather was still foggy, but (so said our Expedition Leader, Shaun) conditions were good for a zodiac passage through Hidden Passage, an unmapped channel somehow known to expedition staff. Temperatures around 0C, no wind, no precipitation! Plans were quickly changed, and the wind did hold off, but even before we started, heavy wet snow started to fall.
Having left Port Lockroy, we headed south into the spectacular and sometimes narrow Lemaire Channel.


The fog and snow made for a mystical experience, enhanced by magical blue ice, crabeater seals and (!) a hot chocolate laden zodiac awaiting us before we got back to the Orion.
On the way to Hidden Passage in a heavy snowfall.

The Orion could not follow us through Hidden Passage, but she steamed around and met us on the other side.

Crabeater seals have a delightful tan colour. Their name is a misnomer - they eat krill, which in German is "krabbe".

To enter Hidden Passage, the zodiacs picked their way through the ice floes in single file, a most delightful experience.

Sometimes the single file discipline came undone.

Striated ice walls at the bottom of countless glaciers.

Yet another spectacular ice wall. Notice the "ground" under the ice.

The passage got very narrow, but by now it was impossible to keep the lens dry.

The welcome sight of a floating hot-chocolate kiosk!

Ice's deep blue colour is evident even in atrocious lighting conditions.

Returning to the Orion - is that a sign of improving weather?


That distraction put behind us, the Orion poked its way up Lemaire Passage, regarded as the prettiest on the Antarctic Peninsula. In the fog, we couldn't see the tops of the cliffs and mountains, but what we did see was mighty spectacular, including a humpback whale which brought the Orion to a stop as we all leaned over the railing for a better look.
Humpback whale enthralling expeditioners in Lemaire Channel.


We nosed into Girard Bay. The Captain, who was on the bridge at the time, said this would be the southernmost limit of our travels, that to go any further, we would just see more of the same. He has a plan to skip round to the eastern side of the Peninsula, where he was hoping for sunshine.
Spectacular sheer rock wall in Lemaire Channel. So close, yet the water is 400m deep here.


Heading northwards again, we stopped off at Petermann Island (named after German geographer August Petermann). Tom Ritchie (a naturalist who's been with Lindblad for 40 years and invited us to dinner at his table one evening) had explained the particular historical significance of this region. The three earliest explorations of the Gerlache Strait and the Antarctic Peninsula were Belgian (1899, led by Adrien de Gerlache, with none less than Roald Amundsen on his crew), Swedish (1902, led by Otto Nordenskjold, which suffered a Shackleton-like enforced winter 10 years before Sir Ernest was here) and French (1903, led by Charcot, who produced the best charts available, and a genuine scientist and teacher). Charcot wintered in Circumcision Bay on Petermann Island, which we visited by zodiac, still snowing heavily!
Ploughing through field of ice floes in low visibility, as seen from our cabin.

Captain Martin at the helm in the ice-field, with his better half Dorothee at his side.

The end of the road in Girard Bay, as far south as we are going to go.


Petermann was another soggy zodiac visit, although wet snow is still better than rain. Here, we saw Adelie penguins for the first time. There mere not many Adelie adults here, but mostly relatively advanced chicks which (naturalist Doug Gould explained) were able to protect themselves by huddling together, creching he called the behaviour. We did see a skua claim a gentoo chick, much to the distress of many witnesses, and another one effectively stripping a carcase. Some particularly repulsive elephant seals were camped in close quarters near a refuge hut, the smell enough to turn your stomach!
Gentoo penguin taking a break.

An adelie penguin chick eyes us off on Petermann Island.

A gentoo parent guards her chick with care.

Adelie chicks seem to be very demanding of their mothers.

Elephant seals, noisy, smelly and unfriendly.

1955 Argentinian refuge hut on Petermann Island.

Skua looking for morsels in a dead penguin skin.

After use, zodiacs are hoisted to their position on the upper deck.

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