Ok, we saw many,many penguins on Martillo Island in the Beagle Channel.Three varieties, Magellanic, Gentu and King, sunbathed ,waddled and danced for our cameras.
We had chosen a tour that pulls ashore beside birds, without disembarking. Darragh, a former Ballygarvan NS Green Schools Committee Member,loves nature and didn’t want to upset the habitat.
It didn’t affect our view or enjoyment and Darragh felt like a better citizen.
Nan made gurgling, cooing sounds and clicked, clicked and clicked.
I’ve always been more interested in the chocolate variety than the animal kind, but I admit they were cute especially the King Penguins.
Enroute, we marvelled at cormorants and sea lions and even I was mightily impressed by the beach master, a leader male seal who theatrically scared off his smaller companions.
I enjoyed the boat trip down the channel dividing Argentina and Chile. Between Les Eclaireurs Lighthouse and Port Williams on the Chilean side, Darragh and I stood on the blustery bow, doing Titanic ‘I’m the King of the World’ impressions.
We had borrowed Nan’s prized camera with wide angled lens to record our performance.
Blustery bows,with salty sprays, and expensive lenses is not a match made in heaven.
Nan came, saw and snatched the wet lens, wiping it dry.
Later,reviewing her prized penguin photography, she spotted a blurry smudge centre stage.
She checked the camera, immediately identifying a scratch or stain.