The arrival into Port Stanley from the sea was quite dramatic. We were stuck on ship for 24 hours as the weather was deemed too bad for us to disembark from the Polarstern to the small transfer craft. The plan was then to helicopter everyone off ship but then it became too foggy. Finally a man with a white boat showed up and we were transferred. Entrance to Port Stanley was through the wide Berkeley Sound, we passed the Victorian Cape Pembroke lighthouse, and the infamous Yorke Bay where sand dunes rise behind the white sandy beach which is now a restricted area due it being mined in the 1982 conflict. Stanley is located on the southern shores of Stanley Harbour. The harbour is littered with the shipping remains of the bygone maritime trade in the 19th century, although fishing is still one of the islands major economies. Indeed there are many Japanese fishing ships in the harbour right now. Stanley is quite a colourful capital with multicoloured houses along tidy streets. Along the long promenade stands the cathedral (with whale bones), the museum and the many memorials to past conflicts.
|Black Browed Albertross, thanks to G. Driessens|
|Church Cathedral with the Whalebone|
arch on the Port Stanley promenade
(Port Stanley is twinned with Whitby in the UK)