Saturday, April 5, 2014

Port Lockroy

We left station on Monday, March 31st, to begin the week long sail up the Antarctic Peninsula and back to Chile.  Yet my adventures for this season were not over yet; due to a combination of good planning and fortuitous weather, we got to make a tourist stop on the way north.

Just past the entrance to the Neumayer Channel, we stopped to drop a couple Zodiacs in the water and pay a visit to Port Lockroy.

Dressed in the latest Antarctic fashions.





Port Lockroy, and the area around it, was initially used as a whaling site in the 1910s and 20s before the British Military established Port Lockroy Base during World War Two.  It continued to function as a scientific research establishment up until the mid 1960s, when it was abandoned due to lack of need.

In the mid 1990s the base was renovated by UK Antarctic Heritage Trust, and since then it functions as a museum and post office for the many cruise ships that ply the waters during the warm summer months.  The station is small; even during it's heyday it housed ~10 men, and currently during the three month summer tourist season there is a staff of just four.  Very little science is conducted here now; there is some continuous monitoring of the local penguin populations, but besides that it's all tourism and educational outreach.  There was a new hut built behind the station to house the summer crew, and the old station has been restored to mostly original condition, with genuine artifacts from the period still there, or brought in from other stations that were long ago torn down (To give extra authenticity, I suppose).

This late in the season the snows have started to fall again and the summer crew has long since left, as have most of the cruise ships.  But the building is open, for any visitors who are so inclined to land and go for a wander.




The building is unlocked, unheated and there's no power, as the generators are long shut down for the season.  There is, however, an inter-ship message board for use to pass notes off to other visitors in the future.


Once inside, you're free to wander about as you like.


Showers and baths, due to the huge amount of water required, were a rare luxury at the old Antarctic stations (And even at many of the new ones).  All members of the crew would take turns on the daily task of gathering clean snow to be melted for fresh water, and as a reward for doing the chore you were permitted to wash yourself.  With a ten man crew, this worked out to having a bath once every nine days.  The Hilton it was not; makes our life at Palmer seem absolutely luxurious by comparison.

But as small and remote as this station was, it was still British and that means a bar was mandatory.



I gather the lounge/dining room/bar area is the most frequently used by the tourists for stamping of passports and such.  It was the only one not winterized with sheets over everything, and had a small selection of information pamphlets and brochures.


I guess they didn't lack for reading material.  





That's, um, not the sort of women's magazine I would have expected to see here.  I wonder how much of the station has been "tactfully edited" to present a slightly more tourist-friendly veneer.


The head.  That's a bit more of what I would expect.

The rest of the station had been tidied up and closed down for the season, but the information plaques were still up and gave detailed information about the station's past and present.



The original crew's living quarters.  The modern summer tourist crew lived here as well, up until the early 2000s (I think) when the new berthing hut was built behind the old station.




Apparently these paintings were done by one of the founders in the 40s and covered up sometime in the 50s.  They were discovered and carefully restored during renovation work in the 90s.


Yum, who wants some tasty botulism?


Man, science was WAY more impressive looking in the olden days.


Ah, finally a place I can relate to.  The workshop, which is apparently still used semi-frequently by work crews doing general maintenance and upkeep to the station.  It's hard to tell the old-timey tools from the modern ones; the core tools of the trades haven't changed much in the last 50 years.  I'd have no second thoughts about grabbing most of these and going right to work.




What passed for the IT department back in the day.


Port Lockroy is funded completely by the tourist shop and post office that caters to all the cruise ship tourists passing through during the summer.  Oddly, this little place is one of (if not the) most frequently visited locations on the whole continent; during the high summer season, they'll see 2-3 ships visiting every day.  The income from the shop and the post office is enough to fund the station, as well as providing function for conservation work at other UK Antarctic Heritage sites.

Sadly, the store was closed and locked, and we didn't have an UK currency to send a card home with.  Besides, by now it wouldn't have gone out until the start of the next tourist season, in November.


And once we wander back outside the station, what do we find in huge numbers?


MORE PENGUINS!


Penguins everywhere!

WHO'S SO POOFY!? :D

Port Lockroy and it's surrounding area is home to a very large Gentoo penguin colony.  As opposed to the Adelies that breed in the Palmer Station area, the Gentoos are a little bit larger and can be distinguished by their orange beaks and white eye patches.  For many people, a Gentoo is "the" stereotypical bird that most people imagine when they think of penguins.

They're a bit smarter, more aggressive, and a bit less skittish then the Adelies.  They don't even look at you until you're within arm's reach, and sometimes can be so directly underfoot that you almost trip on them if you're not paying attention to where you're going.

HEY, I'M WALKIN' HERE!  I'M WALKIN' HERE!

It is impossible to not be happy when a penguin waddles by.  How can you not smile at a creature so silly?!

It's either the attack of the giant penguins, or invasion of the tiny Melanies.  Not quite sure which.

Some of us tried to communicate with the penguins in their native language.  I don't think they noticed.


Gentoos breed and hatch a little bit later in the season than the Adelies.  While the penguins around Palmer all molted and fledged back in February, there's still quite a large number of them loosing their baby fluff here at the tail end of March.


DoJo, our station doctor who was with us on the trip north, has been here before when working on cruise ships in the middle of the season, and said the penguins are packed so densely you almost have to knee them out of the way to get to the museum.  I can't imagine what this place must smell like then, in the height of summer with the sun baking everything.  





After an hour or so of wandering around the station, we piled back into the zodiacs to make a quick trip over to one of the neighboring islands, where there had been a whaling station in the early part of the last century. 


It had been torn down long ago, but there were still some impressive whale bones laying around.

Penguins inserted for scale



Blah blah blah, history lesson over. You just want more pictures of penguins, don't you?


I think this photo, or the one directly below, is probably one of the best Gentoo pictures I've ever taken.





Eventually we couldn't delay any longer, and it was time to leave.  We made our way back over the island, back to the zodiacs to return to the LMG and continue our ride north.  What a place this is . . .

Port Lockroy in the background, with the new berthing building visible.


Yes . . . this planet is a good planet.  I think I will stay on it for a while.