Puerto Williams, Chile

Friday, January 2, 2004

Puerto Williams, Chile

We sail out of Ushuaia in spitting drizzle and fog. It’s only four hours to Puerto Williams, and we celebrate our departure with a bottle of champagne. The boat’s strict no drinking while underway policy is already falling by the wayside. I quickly discover that Spirt of Sydney, built as a solo around-the-world racer, offers almost nowhere to sit out on deck. We eat our chicken curry dinner while standing, trying to keep out of the rain.

Trying to avoid getting stuck cleaning dishes, I grab my cameras and head back on deck, photographing the warm glow from down below as the midnight sun fades.

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INTRODUCTION

For much of my adult life, I have been lucky enough to get paid doing the things I love most. My work as a itinerant travel and wildlife photographer has sent me around the world and across all seven continents.

Over the last two decades, I have had ample opportunity to appreciate the absurdities of life on the road, having once spent 27 memorable hours during my first trip to Kenya digging a bogged safari truck out using only a sauce pan. In addition to my work in Africa, I have traveled extensively in Alaska, Australia, Antarctica and Asia.

I hope to work my way through the rest of the alphabet in a timely fashion.

Each year, I spend five or six months on the road. Along the way, I try to make time to scribble something in my notebooks. More often than not, it’s about whatever mishap has befallen me on any particular day. This collection offers a random sample from those journals, notebooks and emails.