The Falkland Islands are a archipelago made up of two main Islands and 776 smaller Islands. The main islands lies 300 miles of the Patagonian coast out in the South Atlantic Ocean on the Patagonian shelf.
The Falkland Islands is one place that I have heard of a lot in my life however its somewhere I never believed in my wildest dreams I would sail to. So to arrive in Stanley harbour was an exciting moment for sure. The colourful house’s lit the barren low lying shore line and brighten up even the greyest of days.
There is a fair amount of St Helenian’s living and working in the Falklands and because of this I felt one step closer to home being there. Funnily enough the first person I should see when docking was a fellow St Helenian.
One of the main things you feel when stepping ashore in Stanley is the strong sense of being on British soil. It was compared to a small English coastal village. Military personnel and vehicles are frequently passed. The British Armed Forces has a Base and Airport at the Mount Pleasant Airfield Base, just a 40 minute drive out of Stanley.
The streets of Stanley are quiet and nearly only occupied by land rovers. Small pubs are dotted around.
When the wind blows its a harsh reminder of how far south you are as the cold sets in. Penguins and Seals are in abundance in certain areas around the jugged coast line and the bird life was totally awesome.
We spent three weeks docked in Stanley Harbour over the Christmas and New Year. Although this period was quiet and busy for us we enjoyed it just the same.
Our return to the Falklands mid January for 5 days was filled with wonderful hospitality and delicious meals of the boat in family homes. We met many wonderful new friends. We just wished we had more time but promise ourselves to come back to these distant shores one day soon.