I had not penned a poem for years but as I lay curled up in my bunk rocking from side to side, my mind light from the two-day fast and the drugs to try control the nausea, my thoughts floated away. I grasped these words out of nowhere when I realized how important it was…
My Travels: Safe in Stanley
“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…
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