Punta Del Este, Uruguay; Buenos Aires, Argentina; Montevideo, Uruguay

3 ports in one post today 🙂 .  The reason for this is that all of them are on, or near, the River Plate and I spent 3 days transiting in and out of these ports with the consequent high number of hours on the Bridge.  I write now as we make our way towards the Falkland Islands and the relief of a ‘sea day’.  The River Plate is shallow, the navigable channel some 150 miles long and has depths that does not lend itself to high-speed transits.  It takes 12 hours to steam to Buenos Aires and 12 hours out again, after 12 hours in port.  A great deal of Bridge work, long hours as a result.  Punta Del Este is a city on the north side of the river estuary and, for us at least, an anchorage and tender call, 1.6 miles to the pier.  The wind was forecast to increase during the day, (it did), consequently I stayed on board.  Photographs are therefore few, (2 actually :-)) 

Having heaved up our anchor, we dashed across the Plate estuary towards Buenos Aires.  We were fortunate, our Argentine pilots had boarded in Punta del Este, so there was no necessity to slow down as passed the pilot embarkation point.  The majority of the channel is narrow, however there are 1 or 2 ‘passing’ places where inbound and outbound vessels can meet; the shallower draft ships can also move out of the channel for us, this is Car Carrier obliging.

 Heading west, into the setting sun

 Nearly 12 hours later, we neared the harbour of Buenos Aires. 

The wind had increased during the night and was nearing 30 knots, (33 mph) from the north; right on our beam and we concentrated keeping in the (even narrower) channel as we neared the harbour basin. 

Turning to the north when inside, we had a brief respite, however the turn to the berth again put the wind on the beam; switching to ‘joystick’, I waited until the Bridge was almost past our dock, knowing that when we turned, we could go sideways like a train, not a pleasant thought.  Using a great deal of power we entered the basin, gradually losing some of the wind, the containers on the dock obliging as a wind-break.

Despite the hours, the opportunity to go shore was tempting, I might never come here again and so I joined #2 tour, Highlights of Buenos Aires.

All aboard!

Follow that ‘flag’!

The bus took on a sightseeing tour of the city, before our first stop, the Cemetery of Recolata, a tourist destination in its own right, not least being the site of Eva Peron’s mausoleum.

Hawkers outside the Bus station

The home of San Martin, hero of Argentina and responsible for their birth as a nation

Statue of Eva Peron

Then to Recolata.  One has to be reasonably wealthy to’rest’here. There are people who ‘care take’, looking after the buildings.  Families have relatives buried there too,several generations.

Eva Peron’s family mausoleum

Then onto the main square of the ‘Old’ Buenos Aires, the area which was first settled.

The President’s palace

It was on the balcony that Eva Peron addressed the crowds

No description necessary 🙂

Then on to Caminto, gloriously colourful, in La Boca, an area which was settled by immigrants (and was once the main port of Buenos Aires).  We passed some magnificent murals, painted on the ‘side wall’ of apartment blocks.

 Then Caminto itself:-

The Pope is Argentinian

There is a couple having their photo taken, somewhere in there

The railway line which once served the port, now disused.

Off for lunch and a superb Tango show, before returning to the ship.


An long overnight journey, back down the River Plate channel and our next destination, Montevideo.

A relatively small harbour, it’s a tight fit for the “Amsterdam”.

About to enter the ‘old’ breakwater

…and close to a Container ship

Just outside the north breakwater is a ‘graveyard’ of small ships in various states of disrepair…..

 I had to catch up on ‘affairs of state’ and grab a quick nap, the ladies however were off ashore, so ‘roving reporter’ photos from them.

1100 miles to our south lies our next destination and after that, Antarctica, the most beautiful place on earth, (in my opinion at least).  I can’t wait to send some photographs to you.  It may be a while though, satellite communication, (the means by which I send you my posts), is not reliable in such southerly latitudes, fingers crossed.

 

 

 

6 thoughts on “Punta Del Este, Uruguay; Buenos Aires, Argentina; Montevideo, Uruguay”

  1. Captain – Your pictures are absolutely beautiful. I look forward to all your posts. Can’t wait to see Antarctica.

  2. I’m doing this voyage in 2021. Will actually touching Antarctica be an excursion?

  3. Ditto to Beth’s comments! I “tune in” to the ship’s position daily and always read your blog. For the position I use http://www.seascanner.com. Living in land locked Tucson (Arizona) it is fun to see oceanscapes and also towns at ports and I relive our 2017 GWV northern route that was so wonderful.

  4. Another great captains log! I loved the painted murals on the buildings. So amazing and full of emotion. I too can’t wait for your report from Antarctica… a place on my Bucket list for sure. I’m wondering if you see much change in some of these areas since you first started sailing and also if you see that people are concerned about our seas, climate change and preserving what we have. Here in the states many of us worry about the loss of birds, sea creatures and clean air and water. I have a daughter and son in law in Australia fighting the fires there and the loss of wildlife is incomprehensible… then there is the smoke that has already traveled around the world. Anyway thank you for continuing to keep us informed and part of your journey.

  5. Well, you are doing it all! I had spent 5 days in BA before boarding Amsterdam in 2012 and your photos show how much you packed into an afternoon. Obviously, you had a great time.
    I agree. God lives in Antarctica. Looking forward to your pix.
    Funny story on myself. I had wanted a photo of the sunset behind one of the table top icebergs. By myself, I went to the top deck in the middle of the night for a photo op.
    Of course it was frigid out and I was afraid the door would stick and I would be putting myself in danger, so I wasn’t thinking the situation through clearly.
    So I waited and waited for sunset…and…it never came. It just didn’t “ dawn” on me that it wouldn’t down there!

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