Watching the waves of the Drake Passage from our balcony |
Sunday, November 19 - Drake Passage and Cape Horn, South America
We're heading north to return to our departure port of Ushuaia, Argentina, passing directly through the Drake Passage via two days At Sea. Today is our second day crossing the Drake. It’s been fairly tolerable - swells are 3 to 4 meters, winds are mild. It's been easier, frankly, than our crossing to the Falklands - or I’m just more used to it. I slept well last night, up for good at 7:20 and went downstairs to take my jacket to the donations area. Then I met friends in the hallway and joined them for breakfast in Two Seven Zero. I had an omelet and an iced coffee. We are approaching Cape Horn, and Kathy spied it out the window. Stef, our Expedition Leader, made a PA announcement, saying we’d be at our closest around 8:45 or so. I was excited to see this legendary landmark at the very tip of South America.
Map showing the locations of the Drake, Cape Horn, the Beagle Channel and Ushuaia |
It was rocking and rolling in the Drake, but all in all, pretty mild |
Ship navigation map showing our approach to Cape Horn |
And there it is - the famous, infamous Cape Horn |
Cape Horn is the southernmost point in the Tierra del Fuego archipelago, and a historically dangerous place for sailors. We traveled within half a mile of the large brown peak that is Cape Horn, and could see the famous Albatross statue and the church/ lighthouse complex. You can land there if you come from Chili, but we are traveling through the Argentinian side and couldn’t do so without a Chilean pilot. Most boats don’t stop here because it’s such a difficult landing. I went down to the bridge, where most people were, and took photos and looked at it with our binoculars. Stef, our Expedition Leader read a poem about Cape Horn on the Albatross monument, first in its original Spanish language and then in English. The poem was written by Sara Vial and inscribed at the base of the monument when it was erected in 1990:
I am the albatross that awaits you
At the end of the world.
I am the forgotten souls of the dead mariners
Who passed Cape Horn
From all the oceans of the world.
But they did not die
In the furious waves.
Today they sail on my wings
Toward eternity,
In the last crack
Of the Antarctic winds.
The Cape Horn Lighthouse and church |
The Cape Horn Albatross monument |
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