Sunday, September 21, 2008

Volunteer Point and two new kinds of penguin.

I went to the northeast of the Islands today, to a place called Volunteer Point. It was windy but the sun was shinning.
We saw lots more penguins, the usual Gentoos
but also Magellanic
and King penguins.
I didn't get all the pictures I wanted, half way through I made a mistake with my camera and got the shutter speed too low, resulting in camera shake. Some of the pictures I got were alright though. Well, I think so, what do you think?
One of the things that was quite funny was that people would be focused on the birds in front of them and not notice others just behind them.
Kings live for around 20 years and can dive to around 1000 ft on their 500 mile hunting trips - that's 500 miles in each direction...
They feed their young for about 18 months until their first fluffy feathers drop off and the smooth ones for swimming come in. The youngsters are the ones covered in fluffy brown feathers.
The 'guins around this time of year were just about to moult, in one case already moulting.
So then it was back to the mess for tea and toasties.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Yarrrrrr!

Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Yarrr!!

Avast Behind (but I'm try to trim it down!)


Themed at http://www.weregeek.com/ (check out the steak on a stick as well!)





I still prefer ninjas.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Oi've been drivin' in moi carrrrrrr..

Or rather, borrowed one from the hire guys on camp, specifically a Mitsubishi L200 pick-up, which I rather liked. I had a day off last week at the end of the big exercise that was on (couldn't say owt about it last week but should be okay now it's over) so I figured it would be a good time to take a bimble into Stanley. A bimble is a trip out of camp. I didn't get a picture of the "Stanley - twinned with Whitby" sign but I will in the future.

So, driving on road in the Falklands...

The road varies between fairly decent surfaced road to dirt track with stonking great potholes in it, usually spaced just right to cause the vehicle to skip across the tops, loosing all grip and making the rear of the car snake out beautifully. If there aren't any potholes, chances are you're driving on a surface mainly made of small stones that will roll under the wheels, basically doing the job of ball-barrings in detaching your grip from the road. It's fun. Honest.
The speed limit on the Islands is 25 in the town (THE town, there's only one), 40 out of town and 30 on camp. That's camp as in Mount Pleasant, not Camp, which is a term used for anywhere out of Stanley, based, we think, around the word "campo" used for the farmland/hilly areas. Still with me?
As an aside, the clocks went forwards this weekend so Stanley and Mount Pleasant are now at GMT -3 hours but Camp is still at -4 hours as they don't use daylight savings in the same way as the camp do. So in leaving Stanley, you change timezones until you reach Mount Pleasant. This means we're 4 hours behind the UK until they put their clocks back, at which time we'll only be 3 hours behind. Clear, eh?

Anyway, back to the roads. As the car I was driving (which I would love for Christmas, if any rich nutters are reading) can be changed from 2 to 4 wheel drive on the move, I got quite good at slowing before the road surface changed, sliding into 4WD and avoiding the worst of the holes. It's only 35 miles to Stanley but it took me about 80 minutes to do it, which was fast enough, thank you very much! I think the record is unofficially 36 minutes but I'd like to live to see home again. Beside, fines for speeding range from £300 to £3000 with a night in jail so keeping below the limits isn't hard, even if the limiter is a bit faulty, as it was on my wagon.

About two thirds of the way to Stanley you start to see some interesting physical features on the hill side, the famous Falkland Rock Rivers, or Rock Runs as they're also known. I say famous, certainly famous amongst geologists. They are basically what appear to be rivers of rock that flow from the tops of the hills down to the sea. Theories about them generally focus on a glacial origin followed by extensive and extreme freeze-thaw weathering that results in very sharp rocks. I'll try to get some pictures next time. I was planning to stop but I ended up concentrating so much on not dying that I missed the chance.
*edited to add* I've managed to get some pictures of the Rock Runs, I'm afraid they were snatch shots from a helicopter so not as good as they could be but I think you can make out the way the rocks do seem to flow down the hillside. Looks like it could be an interesting topic to look into in more depth.

Around the same time you start time I started to see the signs warning of the major danger in driving off road without paying enough attention. Minefields.

Left over from the conflict in '82, these mainly centre around Stanley but are possible to find all over the Islands and are the only area that solid barriers line the road. You don't often see this sort of sign around in the UK.

There are stiff penalties for entering a minefield (aside from being blown up), as there are for making a mine explode. You might well be wondering why they don't get them all cleared, well, the important areas have been cleared but the locals have said that they'd rather the money and time went to clearing mines in other countries, rather than here, where everyone knows about them and can avoid them. That's what I've heard anyway, and if it's true then good on them!

In Stanley I did some touristy shopping (soooo many penguins!) and had a lovely lunch in the Malvinas Hotel. Do visit, try the squid rings! Then went for a pootle around the town, found a signpost


which reminded me of a bit in Pratchett's Jingo. The Ankh-Morpork soldiers had erected a signpost with distances to where they lived but as they all lived in one city all the arms pointed in one direction. At least this one had bits like "Oban, the long way round" - way before Ewan and Charlie!

Then a drive home and some time spent cleaning the wagon and I was done for the day.

I like these Islands. They're a long way from home but there's a good feel to them.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

On a lighter note...

I was looking through the "my documents" folder just now in preperation for the next post and I came across what could be the oddest titled file I've ever seen. The file is called "Penis trees." I'd written it when I got in one night after a conversation on the mess quiz night. The contents of the file are as follows:

There are some things that, when said, stop you from being able to say anything else. "I'm pregnant" is one of them (not, I hasten to add, something I've heard in that respect), "don't move, I've got a gun" is another. Last night the phrase was "Yeah, I've seen the penis trees!"
We (the Met and ATC guys) were at a quiz in the Sergeants' Mess, which we won, and Gemma from ATC was talking to Yvonne about driving south on the A74; Yvonne asked if Gemma had seen a certain pair of trees. Turns out that yes, Gemma had indeed seen the aforementioned interestingly shaped trees. Her fairly loud confirmation of this resounded around the bar. There wasn't much that Tom or I could say about that really, both of us were a bit dumbstruck by the announcement, although we were wondering if the fruit drooped if not plucked in time. And how would one prune a penis tree?

So there we have it. It was that sort of night...