Today’s blog has been contributed to by everyone who’s been on anchor watch overnight.
Jon: We arrived into Puerto Deseado early on Tuesday morning. As the sun rose the coastline became apparent to us. It was mainly low grassy hills as far as we could see. There were plenty of penguins (Magallenic [CHECK]) swimming through the water who all dived down as we approached. Once we’d anchored near to the fishing port two Commerson’s dolphins and a seal swam over to see what we were up to.
Zoe: After sending Clare and James off to check us in at the Prefectura we settled in to an ample breakfast of freshly brewed coffee, tea, cereals and bottomless toast, at a more sedate pace than usual. The sheltered waters of Puerto Deseado offered the crew a welcome break from the cold South Atlantic winds and a chance to explore a small Argentinean fishing town off the usual tourist trail. In amongst wondering around the historic buildings and picking up additional boat supplies, most of the crew managed to smell their way to the nearby bakery and scoff some freshly baked bread and cakes.
Joe: Puerto Deseado is a pleasant town which, if not exactly bustling, has a good mix of old, young and middling people and a sprinkling of shops plus a church. Nice stained-glass and a scary looking Jesus. From our chatting the locals are friendly, language barrier notwithstanding. The waiter at our evening meal says his Grandad was a sailor who went to Cambridge (Welsh perhaps? Patagonian Lamb was a house speciality) – although our new Spanish might need some fine tuning: In attempting to explain James was Scottish (kilts. gnarly, etc) I might have left the impression our chief is a transvestite. Lemon sorbet and dulce de leche (caramel-type stuff) fresh helado (ice cream) recommended.
Jess: I am not sure what happened for the first two hours of being at land because I slept through it all. So, i guess you will have to take Jon’s word for it. Once James woke up from my beauty sleep, I did have a wander around the town. From walking along an old railway line, kicking up ground dust and walking past randomly placed containers into a small town with a wee church, it felt like we were in the wild west. It’s pretty cool to be able to see a non-touristy-town, and i am glad to report that the steak is still up to standard. Anyway i best get back to anchor watch, its very high maintenance.