Enjoying the empty slopes of the friendly Spanish ski resort of Cerler.
Mid-March rolls on and still no sign of the snow at Cerler melting so this image caught my eye today.
I’ll leave it to better skiers than I to say why Cerler is such a good resort for the variety of pistes, accessibility of safe off-piste, vertical drops and altitude (it’s the highest ski resort in the Pyrenees) . I’m a useless skier, Bambi meets the snow, but I do enjoy it. It’s best for everyone involved if I can be given lots of elbow room as I careen down the piste.
I also prefer it if there aren’t too many people at the bottom judging my style and skill, or lack thereof. Or just openly laughing.
Cerler and actually Spanish resorts in general (with the exception of Baqueira-Beret which I don’t like) are wonderfully unpretentious. There are all sorts up there, all on the snow for the love of being out there. That means there’s a home for me on the slopes, which I appreciate.
It helps that the place feels Spanish, in terms of the people, the quality of the food and the prices. I remember a few years ago being up on the slopes, having a coffee and a rest. As I was chatting with some of our clients, someone on the next table looked up, confused. He was a Brit. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
Turns out he was living in Barcelona and came up to Cerler most weekends in the season to ski. This was the first time he had ever met other Brits. He was visibly relieved when we said that we were staying just a week, he obviously wanted to protect his hidden gem.
Find out more about our skiing holidays in the Pyreenes or read our guide to skiing in Cerler
Beautiful evening cloud formations in Torres del Paine
Another in our servies of guest posts from Chile.
Evening sky from the refugio
This is one of the many fabulous skies that we encountered in Patagonia.
The wonderful thing about being in Patagonia in November was the long evenings. It didn’t get dark until around 9.30 pm, which meant that evening meals were often interrupted by the need to rush outside and capture the last sun on the mountains, or the ever changing cloud formations with the soft colours that are seen in them around sunset. These ones became pink and orange shortly after I took the picture, but it was so cold outside that I didn’t stay to capture the changes and went back inside to watch from the comfort of the log fire in the refugio.
The clouds in this photo are lenticular clouds in formation. Lenticular cloud formations are something I have never seen before, and I found them breathtaking .Lenticular clouds are otherwise known as altocumular standing lenticularis.
They form when a current of moist air is forced upwards as it travels over a mountain, causing the moisture to condense and form a cloud. They look like flat pancakes or discs, and have been mistaken for UFO’s.
This image was taken at the refuge next to Lake Pehoe; a large and surprisingly comfortable refuge that is only accessed by boat or on foot. The colour of the glacial water in Lake Pehoe took us totally by surprise and has to be seen to be believed, being a vibrant turquoise.
Read more about our holidays to Chile or see our guide to Chilean Patagonia.
Modern day Antarctic cruise
The Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration is a term used to describe a 25-year period from late 1900’s to the mid 1920’s. Antarctica was the focus of virtually every expedition launched in this period. A bit like the Space Race in the 1950s and 60s.
The label ‘Heroic’ was bestowed on these explorers many years later as an acknowledgement of their achievements without any modern-day equipment or technology.
Without wanting to sound flippant or dismissive, modern-day explorers have the benefit of high-tech clothing and equipment such as satellite phones, GPS navigation and a back-up team following their progress usually ready to launch a rescue if things do not go as planned.
In the days of Scott, Amundsen and Shackleton there was none of this. They had boots and coats made of seal skin and sleeping bags made of reindeer skin. They relied on seals and other animals for food, a hand-held compass for direction, and each other for morale. There was no contact with the world once they left port in their wooden ships.
For me the story of Sir Ernest Shackleton’s Endurance expedition is probably the most amazing story of human endurance I have ever heard. It simply defies all logic that every single member of the crew survived. While in Antarctica I learnt more about the expedition from the books in the library on board and also the documentaries on the ship. I was left even more amazed at Shackleton’s ability to lead, make decisions and carry on and on and on in the most hostile environment on earth.
There have been quite a few expeditions which set out to follow in the footsteps of Shackleton but, personally, I think it should be left for us to read about and marvel as it is not something that can ever be relived by us today.
For those of you who are not familiar with the expedition here is a brief summary.
Aug 1914: After the Norwegian team led by Amundsen had won the race to the South Pole in 1911, Shackleton turned his attention to a new challenge. He and his team of 28 men set sail from Plymouth in Endurance with the intention of crossing the entire continent of Antarctica on foot from the Weddell to the Ross Sea. Most of this was unexplored territory.
Jan 1915: The team encounter an unusual amount of pack ice and Endurance becomes trapped in the Weddell Sea. They drift, trapped in the ice, for nine long months through the 24-hour darkness of the Austral winter in temperatures of minus 20 F.
Oct 1915: Shackleton orders the crew to abandon Endurance as she was getting crushed in the ice. They set up camp on the ice floe.
Nov 1915: Endurance sinks. The crew hope their ‘camp’ will drift towards Paulet Island about 250 miles away. They drift for 2 months before Shackleton decides to switch to a different ice floe.
Apr 1915: They are now about 60 miles from Elephant Island. Shackleton orders the men into the three 22 ft open lifeboats and they all row for five days in the roughest conditions imaginable.
On April 17th they reach Elephant Island and step foot on land for the first time in nearly 18 months.
Shackleton decides there is no hope of rescue from Elephant Island from passing ships and decides to head to South Georgia where he knows there is a whaling station. South Georgia is over 800 miles away. It’s the middle of May, the Polar winter, and the ocean just south of Cape Horn is known as the most ferocious in the world. Shackleton wants to attempt this journey in a small open 22ft boat.
He chooses five of his strongest men to accompany him and sets off on April 24th. They average around 60 or 70 miles a day in the most unimaginable conditions. Their sleeping bags, made from reindeer skin, become soaking wet in the storms and simply freeze. They row on and on. On May 8, just 14 days after leaving Elephant Island they catch glimpse of South Georgia. After 2 days of trying to land in treacherous conditions they finally make it. It was however the wrong side of the island. The whaling station is on the other side of the island across mountains and glaciers.
Two of Shackleton’s men were too weak to make the trek. So he set off with two others climbing over glaciers and crevasses. They had no sleeping bags or tents and they had to endure nearly 24-hour darkness and were guided by the full moon. They knew sleep would lead to death so they carried on. They reached the whaling station to the disbelief of the Norwegian whalers there. This is the conversation Mr Sorlie, the Norwegian whaler, recalls as they arrived:
Shackleton: Do you know me? My name is Ernest Shackleton. We have lost our ship, and come over the island.
Sorlie: Ernest Shackleton! My friend!
Shackleton:I am afraid that we smell a little.
Sorlie: This is a whaling station. We all smell a little.
Shackleton:We have been away so long. Tell us about the war. When did it end?
Sorlie: The war? The war, my friend, is not over. They’ve gone mad, Europe has gone mad. They’ve killed millions and millions of people. It’s a war like… no other war.
Frank Worsley: Who is winning?
Sorlie: Well, whoever is left alive at the end. Won’t you sit down, please? Please.
Shackleton: Mmm, thank you. .. I need to borrow a ship.
Now safe at the whaling station, Shackleton’s attention immediately turned to the rest of his crew back on Elephant Island. On his fourth attempt he finally rescues the rest of his crew in August 1916 in a boat loaned from the Chilean government.
Shackleton sums up his journey in his book ‘South’
‘We had pierced the veneer of outside things. We had suffered, starved and triumphed, grovelled down yet grasped at glory, grown bigger in the bigness of the whole. We had seen God in His splendours, heard the text that nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man’
He died in January 1922 on his fourth expedition to the Antarctic and is buried on South Georgia Island.
Read more in our guide to Antarctica or have a look at our holidays to Antarctica.