After leaving South Georgia on 6 March, we "set sail" toward the Tristan island group, which we would reach on 11 March. Tristan is the most remote human habitation on the planet. It is a British territory administered from St. Helena Island (where Napoleon was imprisoned). For an interesting overview of the history, complete with maps, pictures and other information, I recommend the Tristan da Cunha website. The only way to get there is by sea and it took four days. Tristan is REMOTE. There is no airport -- or place to put one.
I was unable to get good pictures of the myriads of birds that followed us throughout our journey. This is a giant petrel. There was a day or two in our journey between South Georgia and Tristan that we didn't see many birds. When we began to see them again, we knew we were nearing land.
The first land that we sighted of the Tristan group was Gough Island. It was very early in the morning and I didn't even try to get a picture of it.
It will help to include an overview of the Tristan Archipelago. All of the islands are volcanic and Tristan itself is still an active volcano. It is the only one of the islands that has a permanent settlement.
Gough Island is not shown in this map as it is farther south.
The four major islands of the archipelago, Tristan, Nightingale, Inaccessible and Gough, were all formed as the African plate moved over a hot spot beneath the ocean floor.
Tristan is the newest of the islands by a large margin -- an estimated 200,000 years old. Its most recent eruption was in 1961.
The seas were not immediately conducive to a landing, so we cruised around the island hoping that the weather would ameliorate.
It was fascinating, and scary, to watch how they scrambled aboard the ship (the photograph does not adequately convey the rough water). There was one child traveling with his mother to visit his father working in Cape Town. He was literally thrown from this boat to waiting arms on the ship's landing platform.
The adults were hauled on board with even less ceremony. In addition to the mother and child, there was a honeymooning couple relocating to new jobs in France, and a tourist from South Africa who had been visiting for about a month.
After loading our fellow travelers, our leaders decided to travel to Nightingale Island to see if we might be able to land there. This picture gives a better image of the state of the sea.
I'm standing on deck 4 overlooking deck 3. As the ship fell into the trough between the wave crests, there were tremendous splashes. This was by no means the largest splash I saw before finally going inside to dry off. It was an exciting ride even though the sea looks quite calm.
The buildings are cabins where islanders may stay when they visit here to "get away from it all."
When Tristan's volcano erupted the villagers evacuated to Nightingale until they could be taken to England. After the eruption, almost all of the islanders chose to return to their remote home, much to the surprise of their countrymen.
We had acknowledged between ourselves before we even signed up for the trip that it was a real possibility that all we would be able to do was wave at Tristan in passing.
After spending the night on the ship off Edinburgh, the morning of our 2nd day we did get on shore. The captain of our ship had been to the island five times before and this was the first time he was able to land! We were very lucky! Of the two cruise ships that called at Tristan in the 2009/2010 season, ours was the only one that actually landed visitors. (If you follow the link, you can find Jim in the coffee shop photo and the two of us with our backs to the camera leaving the harbor in the Zodiac.)
As is evident in this picture, the passenger facilities at Tristan are pretty basic! I can't even imagine how the heavy construction equipment was ever landed, but it was there. Most of the islanders even have cars or trucks!
The paper I'm holding is the local Lexington News-Gazette. Every year they ask travelers to take a copy on vacation and submit pictures. Yes, this one got published and we had our 15 minutes of fame.
Our "penguin collectors," by the way, were able to arrange a special tour to the penguin rookery on Tristan. They were thrilled to get much better pictures of the Rockhoppers than the one I have above from Nightingale.
These are spares secured against the strong winds that are common here.
In the old days these boats were made from driftwood and sealed and painted canvas. Nowadays they are made of fiberglass.
The community even owns a fishing trawler, which makes occasional jaunts to Cape Town to market the lobsters.
In spite of its remoteness, the community is self-sustaining. It has all the "conveniences" of most other places including an internet cafe with a satellite link. The one thing that it lacks is credit card service. Perhaps this is not a bad thing. They also lack elaborate police and criminal justice structures as they are not needed here.
There is a basic hospital to care for most ills, but for complicated procedures such as joint replacements, islanders must travel to Cape Town.
Most of the islanders are well-traveled, in spite of the difficulty. Many have been to England either for vacation or education and our local guide had been to the US as well.
There were also donkeys on the island which had once been used to carry produce back from the agricultural potato patches. When the island imported trucks the donkeys were out of a job. Most families have their own car or truck in spite of the small size of the settlement. There are numerous dogs, mostly border collies, but no cats, which are forbidden due to the rare birds on the island.
Each "patch" is delineated by the volcanic rock that is so abundant on the island. The same rock is used within each patch to separate different crops. The islanders have built sheds and cabins, some quite elaborate, to use for their agricultural pursuits.
Cherifa is pictured here atop the cinder cone overlooking Edinburgh.
Even so it was quiet enough (compared to the rest of the trip) that the ship's staff set up a grill on deck and barbecued fresh-caught fish and the local rock lobsters.
It would have been lovely to be able to eat outside more often, but the conditions did not permit it more than about three days.