We had been cruising somewhere between the Antarctic Peninsula and Wiencke Island, when we hit ice. Its peculiar shape has led to its name, pancake ice. There was no continuous ice surface, just small floes and slush in between.
The ship had also been built to deal with exactly this kind of condition. Every now and then we could hear a loud, low-pitch bang – must have been biggisher pieces of ice.
So we spent time on deck, watching the ice, when someone pointed out a penguin swimming close to the ship. This was in itself quite rare, they tend to swim away. Then I took a picture of the penguin and won the bird jackpot of the trip. An Emperor, completely out of place. Their colonies are in other places on the continent. Birders pay tens of thousands of dollars to see them. I was the only one lucky enough to take a photo, and shared that on the Fram’s blog: http://mvfram.blogspot.com.ar/2014/12/a-busy-day-at-cuverville-and-almirante.html.
There was, however, a lot more to be seen, also some wildlife. Wilson’s Storm Petrels kept swooping by. On some bergs, penguins had settled down for a ride (look right). Blue ice could be seen more often. Further afield, big icebergs loomed, and sometimes you couldn’t really tell the difference between them and islands. Glaciers were everywhere. What I found, again, most fascinating were the sections of calm water, where the mountains and the ice mirrored in the sea. Can you find the ship in both photos?