The girls have departed, leaving behind a yacht suddenly twice the size. Ian and I having stocked the boat with wonderful Argentinian spuds, lomo rosa (cow) and malbec, we cleared out of Ushuaia yesterday morning.…

I thought the worst of it was over when we had escaped the rip tides of LeMaire Strait. 2 nights later we were at 47 south, romping north on a broad reach with yankee, storm…

Puerto Madryn is not terribly hospitable for yachts. It sits on a huge bay wide open to the east, and we had to anchor way out with the trawlers because of the tidal range. I…

I haven’t felt so un-sealegged for a very long time. The forestay incident and a recurring problem with the Aries vane have shaken my faith in all notions of permanence. They, like other recent events,…

At sunset and approaching Mar del Plata, we were motoring over a calm sea with many curious seabirds and Brendel playing opus 106. We were out of the roaring forties at last, the air warm…

The long trip up from Tierra del Fuego is finally over. It has been a strain – 1200 miles of persistent headwinds, short steep seas and the minor but constant anxiety about the mast. After…