Schlink Attack: Penguins in Ushuaia

Friday, January 22, 2016

Penguins in Ushuaia

I felt a little sting to the wallet as I handed over a pile of cash to the Pira Tour representative to solidify 4 spots for the famous Walk with Penguins tour. After all, we'd just seen hundreds of penguins the other day when we took our 2nd boat tour of the Beagle Channel. How would this excursion be any different other than smelly? I surmised.

Turns out- it was totally different. It blew my mind and I regret nothing.

Mark and I bundled up the kids and headed to the docks for an early bus pick up. Only it wasn't a bus- it was more like a multi-passenger monster truck with tires taller than my kids. For the next two hours we cruised along the rocky National Route #3 to our first destination. Our guide was a young and enthusiastic man who was nearly done with his tourism and hospitality degree at university. Completely oblivious to car sickness Niko stood backwards in the truck, telling us how Canadian beavers were introduced to Ushuaia nearly devastating the forests a 100 years ago and eventually swimming the Beagle Channel to invade Chile. Or how the jagged mountain peaks indicated they were taller than 1,000 meters because they were higher than a prehistoric glacier that once covered the area. The local knowledge rolled off his tongue and before we knew it, we had arrived to Estancia Haberton, a historic and gorgeous cattle ranch where we would prepare for the next leg of travel.

In order to get to the penguin rookery on Martillo Island, we were treated with an very exciting ocean romp on a Zodiac. If it weren't for an obscene number of penguins milling about the shore, I doubt my kids would have gotten off the boat, they loved it so much. After multiple ~~pep talks~~ warnings to keep a 3 meter distance from the birds, and to remain extremely quiet we were led onto the shore only to have overexcited selfie takers and oblivious rule breakers freak out with the first batch of penguins. (I will smugly point out that the Schlinks abided.) Niko calmly regathered us, and eventually the Magellanic penguins and a few King penguins sidled back to their spots. We also got to see a small patch of Gentoo penguins in their nests- though to be the only ones living on continental South America. Normally they reside in Antarctica.

Moving along as a cohort we got to see their nests: hundreds of 12-18" burrows dotted the landscape, each with a parent penguin nestled with one or two babies. Margo was elated by this adorability factor, which in turn elated me. On the water, penguins torpedoed through the waves, while others sunned themselves on the pebbly beach. Before we knew it, our time was up and we needed to return to the farm for rhubarb crisp and hot chocolate.

Our next hour was spent touring the Acatushún Museum, dedicated to studying birds and marine life of South America. Interestingly, the skeleton collection started with washed up animals found by Natalie Goodall, a biologist from Ohio who had travelled and worked extensively through Venezuela and the Caribbean before setting roots at Estancia Haberton. Here she raised a family and continued studying local flora and fauna, publishing scientific articles well into her 70s. Deets was overwhelmed with the gorgeous skeletons and baleen fronds. His enthusiasm inspired an intern to give him a tour of the lab, where no other visitors were allowed. Reluctantly, it was time to board the lime green truck-bus and head back to Ushuaia. Of course Margo and Deets passed out, heads in our laps after 10 minutes, despite the rough drive. How kids can do that, I'll never know.