Tuesday, November 20, 2012


Stanley, capital of the Falkland Islands

Yesterday, we spent much of the day on East Falkland Island, visiting the penguin rookeries on a beach about 30 miles outside of Stanley and wandering the streets of this small town that is the only town in the Islands.

Stanley, capital of the Falkland Islands
To get to the rookery, we landed on shore via the Zodiacs, then took a van towards the airport, which was built to a high scale by the British in 1982, right after the war with Argentina over who possessed the Falklands.  Prior to that war, the British had to use aircraft carriers if they wanted to defend the islands.  But, when they cut the carriers from their naval fleet, Argentina thought the time to strike was right—to their folly.  The British decided to upgrade all the infrastructure of the islands after that mini-war, so built good asphalt and graveled roads around East Falkland Island as well as the airport and a better port.

The rookery we visited, however, is not on a road, but across the sheep pastures via a 4 wheel drive vehicle which are a key part of any farmer’s life and status here.  Unfortunately, there are many minefields left from the 1982 war, now all fenced and marked, but still taking up a good deal of grazing land.  Crop farming is not an economic activity since the islands are covered with rock falls and peat moss.  The farmers and town dwellers both grow their own vegetables because they are so far from any source of fresh fruits and vegetables.  

King Penguins, East Falkland Island
At the rookery, we saw Gentoo and King penguins and one Gentoo penguin that was brown instead of black.  The brown color results from a genetic defect that severely limits the amount of melanin that goes to the bird’s feathers.  About 1 in 20,000 Gentoo penguins has this defect, so they’re not too common.  These birds are not ostracized in any way because of their differences from the rest of the flock.

Yearling King penguin ready to molt
 The baby king penguins are covered with soft, thick brown feathers for their first year.  Even when their parents go off to sea again, leaving them behind, they stay in their birthplace until they go through molting, turning from brown to black and white.  This is a very stressful time for the yearlings because not only are they alone for the first time, but the process of molting takes a huge amount of energy.  The babies, fat when their parents leave, lose 1/3 of their body weight while molting.

We talked a lot to our drivers and to shopkeepers about their economy and politics.  Every one of them is adamant about remaining British.  There is rampant paranoia about Argentina, particularly since the Falklands may have oil reserves offshore and Argentina covets them.  The more fearful of those we talked to think Argentina has persuaded countries to cut off air service, tourism, and deliveries of critical goods to the islands.  That seems a little overblown, but is a key part of the residents’ mindset.  All their trade relationships are with Chile (and the UK, of course) rather than Argentina.  While there is a 46 bed hospital in Stanley and 4 doctors, anyone with a severe illness is airlifted to Santiago, Chile, rather than to the much closer Argentina.  This is an isolated existence which the Islanders love. 

Zodiac landing, East Falkland Island
The Falklands are a popular destination for cruise ships, and not just those going to Antarctica.  They will have about 85 ships visiting Stanley in 2012, with at least a few of those making several stops, primarily to see the bird colonies.  This is an important revenue source for the Islanders.  And the Islands are a fascinating stop for tourists.

Silver Explorer in Stanley harbor
We’ve been at sea all day today and will not reach South Georgia until 36 hours from now, so lots of time to relax and enjoy the excellent lectures from the expedition staff, who include a geologist, historian, several biologists and naturalists, climatologist, ornithologist, and seal specialists.  All very interesting people who have taught us a lot.  We are hoping our good weather continues so that we can land at all the places we expect to on South Georgia—including the whaling station where Sir Ernest Shackleton stumbled in after his harrowing journey from Elephant Island, and where he is buried.

 

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