Sunday January 26. At sea towards Puerto Madryn
We spent Saturday in the Falkland Islands. It has some of
the most dreary landscape I’ve ever seen. Rock mountains. No trees – there’s
too much wind. But when the sun shines, the mountains glow with the scrub
vegetation – grasses and mosses. On the beaches it’s tussock grass which can grow
to three feet high.
I’ve a tour out to one of the Gentoo Penguin rookeries. It’s an hour and a half from Stanley – about half paved and half gravel. I’ve snagged a front seat in the minibus so I can shoot out the windshield. The land is very flat – except of course for the mountains. Sheep are an important product as are tourists and fish. At Bertha’s Beach – so named for a ship, The Bertha, which ran aground and broke up on a little island offshore – we find Upland Geese, the males in bright white and the females in a reddish brown plumage.

There’s a CaraCara – one of the predators – on a fence post
by the armed forces base (there are 3500 civilians on the island and 1500
Army-Navy-Air Force).
Stanley is a nice little town. You’d swear you were in
England. A supply ship comes in regularly from England bringing needed
supplies. The Argentines are still in a tiff over losing the war 38 years ago!
Hope all is well.
Best
Bob and Elizabeth
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