Port Circumscision Update

The Germans vanished on cue as
advertised. Gabriele, Paulo and I
went ashore to commune with the Gentoos, of which there are thousands. According to Jimmy Cornell this
anchorage, Port Circumcision, was named by a French explorer, after the
traditional day on which it was first sighted, After our outing I had a shower and a general clean up while unbeknown to me Gabriele was out in the cold on the bow filming a leopard seal who had dropped in for dinner. He caught a penguin and toyed with it for nearly ten minutes before dining. The Brown Skuas, scavengers of the South, appeared immediately and went for odd bits missed by the leopard seal. It was extremely violent, all happening a few meters from the boat. After our dinner there was another feeding frenzy. We wake to 40 knots whistling through
the rigging. If the wind dies down
later we’ll move on to Vernadsky, the Ukraine Base in the
Another cruise ship has appeared and there are a few intrepid red clad travellers ashore in the wind and the freezing rain. The average age of these groups is substantially past retirement age…not that I’m one to talk. I attach a few snaps. Every modern yacht should have a trash compactor. Here is ours. Brown Squas feeding The boat moored Inside the Refuge Hut Gabriele Makes a friend |