We arrived in the Falklands an hour or two ago to meet with everyone who came from Europe and other areas of the globe. We had a marathon journey as we flew via Sao Paolo and Santiago and then all the way down the South American continent to Punta Arenas. But we touched down at Punta Arenas we were notified that high winds had stopped all flights to the Falklands, so we had to sit and wait for the winds to calm down … and we had to scurry around to find suitable accommodation.
So our tour kicked off with guests scattered around the town and some of us landed up in a youth hostel. (Can you believe!?). There was simply no extra lodging here! But on a journey to these very remote areas one has to improvise. Our accommodation was hilarious, but on the upside we had an excellent dinner on the coast. Our meal was amazing and everyone was (and they still are) in super high spirits, enjoying the adventure down here on the Straits of Magellan.
We finally arrived in Stanley, and are about to board our flight to Carcass Island where we should arrive in time to photograph the Elephant seals as they gather on the beach …