Thus began an adventure that would fulfill a young man's dream, a dream of many, and whose video he had Carme the scoop of show in your blog Round Trip Not a long time ago.
Now, and by "popular request" (although I have never been a fan of videos, I like to immortalize a place with a memory or a good photograph and remember what is always in my head), I will try to get you a little more what was for me that feeling of inhospitable beauty accompanied by moments with deep loneliness.
Sunday, December 6, 2009. Ralf says there are no 2 trips the same. When you go to Antarctica, and more on an expedition ship (away from the huge cruise ships that do not even touch land), it is improvised according to the conditions. The Weddell Sea, that large portion of the Antarctic Ocean collapses very quickly in recent times and has decided that the captain does not want to play. In a few minutes everything around us has transformed into ice. You have to get out of here quickly. We take direction the Bellingshausen Russian Base in King George Island.
Before arriving at one of the toughest moments of the trip, I look forward to that climb in Port Foster in the middle of Deception Island, island from an ancient extinct volcano and also old whaling place ...
... and the nice "Juanitos" who greeted us and surrounded us in Trinity island and seemed to be in charge of bringing the boat back to our walking accommodation.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009, we just spotted humpback whales. They danced around our ship like a sailor's tale that gives rise to the great myths of sea monsters and siren songs. Let's go down to make a "landing" by Dallman Bay in Melchor Island. It snows, it's cold. Today we are living the true crudeness of Antarctica
Despite the thousand and one layers of clothes we were wearing, I felt my hands freeze. I did not feel them. The moment the radio made a sound again I was relieved.
One of the first places where I managed to feel completely mimetized with everything around me was in Wilhelmina Bay on Enterprise Island. There I could "hear" for the first time the silence of Antarctica, the immense loneliness, only broken by the crushing of the huge ice floes cracking in the distance (and enjoying !! of our only barbecue !! because the food was more like "scarce" in Molchanov)
Thursday, December 10, 2009, the only place to landing of Cuverville Island It is on the North Beach. From there we will have to go with the snowshoes (with all the limitation that they entail) crossing a permanent ice cap. It's already my 16 day trip (after the adventures by Uruguay and Argentina) and I can't help but be amazed that in such a desolate environment such exotic and dazzling creatures can survive. Then we will try to climb to spigot peak, if the weather conditions of this "underworld" permit ...
This day I saw the sun almost for the first time. Another moment in the silence was almost complete while my fellow expeditionaries were almost asleep. Only Angela and Josep, imperishable, continued at the foot of the canyon. That silence was only interrupted by some clueless penguin. I felt the loneliness of an immense desert, the white desert. Suddenly, a huge rumble writhes in the distance, so far that it could not reach with sight. Other smaller ones follow. They are large icebergs cracking on the water. I feel fortunate to have been able to observe a nature so different from what we know ...