Tristan da Cunha, 2005 By RodNovember 13, 2022November 13, 2022Photos, Travel A diary of my visit to Tristan da Cunha can be read here. MV Kelso at dock in Capetown The author/photographer killing time aboard the Kelso. MV Kelso, working deck: the part of the ship passengers weren't allowed to visit. The bridge of the MV Kelso, which passengers were encouraged to visit because the person on watch was very bored. The traditional barbecue on board the MV Kelso. Cheese sandwiches are an important part of any South-African barbecue. Staring into the distance, a popular pastime on the MV Kelso. Desperately looking for Tristan da Cunha, first land for almost a week. As the sun sets, Tristan da Cunha appears on the horizon. At first light, we see Tristan da Cunha. Edinburgh of the Seven Seas waking up. Some very happy people on the bridge. Transfer of onions to shore. The ship is too big to get into the harbour. This blue box is used to transfer passengers to the boat. Into the harbour, after waiting for a strong wave. Unloading essential supplies for the next month of so on the island. A dog walks past some boxes. The Administrator's office. For volcanologists, the black cliff is the scar from the collapse which created the only flay land on the island. The "dong". Used as an alarm for fires and volcanic eruptions. Also used to announce fishing days. The pub. With a strictly enforced no-smoking ban. A parcel van. On of the few penguins that visit Tristan. The dog that adopted us on the beach. Donated bus, rusty. The hardware store. The post office The main street. The main street, busy. Passport control, a few days after arrival. Where I was working, with assorted animals. The museum. The only supermarket. A nice house. Another nice house. The Administrator's house. Very nice. Off to work at The Patches. The most recent lava flow (1961) from a flank cone. Side view of the lava flow. The harbour Fishing boats in the harbour, Tristan da Cunha. Workers in the fish factory. Crayfish tails, exported mainly to Japan. Spare crayfish spines, used to replace any broken in transit to Japan. Women working hard in the fish factory. Men working not-so-hard in the fish factory. Me at work in my container. People turn up at the harbour to see the ship off. The blue box in use to transfer passengers. The transfer boat takes its leave. Last view of Tristan, with an albatross. The boat wasn't allowed to do any fishing on this trip, so the crew keep busy sanding the rails. Another barbecue. An albatross. Farewell to the MV Kelso.
