“Good morning” came the wake up call at 7 a.m. , later than usual. Boris (the expedition leader) has a mid-Atlantic singsong accent. “We are about to enter Port Stanley and should ready for the gangway at 9 a.m. The weather is overcast, temperature 5 degrees Celsius and winds will pick up later. Gangway time…
My Travels: The Fabulous Falklands (or the Marvelous Malvinas)
Westpoint Island After an eternity at sea (less than two days for me) we sighted land in the early morning: The West Falklands. Excited as little boys going camping we packed and check our gear and boarded the Zodiacs in a little bay of Westpoint Island. Between us and land, in the 500 meters or…
My Travels: Thinking or Sinking
Every time I think of a boat (and here I was on a small one) I think of a joke told to me by my German Scrub Sister, Hans Hoecker. A British ship was sunk by German U-boat in the Second World War, and the radio operator sent out a distress signal: “Mayday,Mayday! We are…
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