Today we sail around the Horn or tip of South America before starting our journey up the East side of the continent. I will write later about it...
Today we sailed around Cape Horn, called "The Horn". To become a cruiseship pilot is a very long process. One pilot on our ship is Argentine and speaks spanish while the captain and rest of the crew are Italian. He has been a pilot 5 years before that 25 years in Navy. There are 5 pilots onboard, each working 5hr shifts. It's a small island with a lighthouse and an albatros monument built in honor of all the ship captains who sail the horn. There is a lighthouse keeper, his wife & son live here for 6 month intervals and then they are replaced.
As we approached The Horn. The weather was overcast, fog and rain. Our cruiseship pilot called the lighthouse keeper to tell them who we were and what our navigational route we would be taking.
The lighthouse keeper's small son answered the phone and apologised that we did not have good weather, but this weather is the norm so close to artic.
The seas were very rough, 15-20 ft seas. I took video of the water coming over our cabin window and the swimming pool water splashing out of the pool from one side to the opposite.
Today was an amazing experience. I think about those pilots who came here in the 1600's without the aid of electronic navigational equipment. In early 1600's ships came around CapeHorn to avoid the Magellan Strait because of fear of hitting rocks.
This whole journey has been filled with one amazing experience after another
In 1992, on a hilltop of Horn Island, a monument to the memory of the mariners lost in the waters off Cape Horn was erected, financed with both public and private funds from Chile and many other countries. The interior outline of its facing steel sheets form the image of a wandering albatross in marble plaque is inscribed with a Spanish poem by Chilean Sara Vial:
I am the albatross that waits for you
at the end of the world.
I am the forgotten souls of dead mariners
who passed Cape Horn
from all the oceans of the earth.
But they did not die
in the furious waves.
Today they sail on my wings
toward eternity,
in the last crack
of Antarctic winds.