being close to nature

Something that quite surprised me about my time in Antarctica, and in South Georgia especially, was the rawness of the experience – the smells (guano and sometimes rotting animals), the sounds (trumpeting king penguins, belching elephant seals and the wail/howl of the fur seals), and also the occasional death and suffering around.  Overall the sights were stunning, but this was not Disneyland.  We saw a penguin with a shocking wound from a leopard seal bite (apologies if you find the photo disturbing), standing there apparently calmly, but sure to die.  Also a young leopard seal lying on the sand on Deception Island, one half of its tail bitten off by an orca – this animal rather more obviously in distress and also unlikely to survive.  Later I watched a pair of gentoo penguins standing around their now empty nest in obvious bewilderment, not understanding why their chick was not there (taken by a skua) nor what they were supposed to do next.  I also watched a skua feasting on the remains of a king penguin.

Another factor in the experience was that it was clearly the animals’ and birds’ territory, with humans very much the visitors.  Several times trying to get somewhere we found fur seals hidden in the tussock grass growling and even charging at us.  The male elephant seals, their noses inflating as they rear up and bare their teeth at anything they consider an irritation, look like big mounds of blubber but they can apparently move faster than humans over short distances so we tried hard not to get too close to them.

The penguins were not threatening at all, indeed one laid down on the beach only two feet away from me – but we tried not to approach them too closely in case this caused them stress, as they need all their energy to survive.  Moults are particularly stressful experiences, including the ‘catastrophic’ moults of elephant seals as they shed all of their skin to get rid of all their parasites after the breeding season.  Penguins go through a major moult when they lose the brown fur of youth that is not even waterproof – they just stand/lie around on the shore while all this happens, as they cannot go out into the sea to feed until they have their adult coat.

I should also mention the ‘rawness’ of the environment – we heard of one ship unable to get out of Ushuaia due to the weather only a week after we had left, another forced to return to get medical attention for two passengers who suffered broken bones in rough seas, and our sister ship en route from the Falklands to the Peninsula but taking four days rather than the usual two as it battled the elements.  We were extremely lucky to get our landings on all four days in South Georgia, particularly in St Andrew’s Bay which is rarely calm enough – but like the vast majority of ships we were unable to get to Elephant Island, and the optional night sleeping out on the ice was cancelled at the last minute (when I was ready to go in my seven layers of clothing!) as the wind got too strong for it to be safe.

Our first landing on Antarctica, at Brown Bluff, was a close call, with everyone getting soaked by the waves breaking across the zodiacs as we battled to get to the shore, and freezing cold snow being driven horizontally at us on the land.  Some opted to stay on the ship but those of us who made it actually enjoyed the experience – isn’t Antarctica supposed to be cold, bleak and inhospitable?  Although I must say we also enjoyed the sunshine and calm seas of the next day!  The temperature rarely fell below freezing but the wind chill could make it feel colder some days.  Many people on my ship were seasick at some point (luckily I was not), and one lost the end of her thumb as a door slammed shut on her when the ship was being tossed around crossing the Drake passage.  Not a trip for the faint-hearted although on a big cruise ship it would be easier (and less exciting) than on the little ice-strenghtened expedition ship that I took.