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Cape
Horn, Chile
The
fantastic feeling of achievement when we dropped the anchor in the small bight
on the eastern coastline of Isla de Hornos was something that will stay with us
forever. Fallado, along with our friends on the schooner Siome, had sailed around the wild and inhospitable Cape Horn, and now
we were even going to be able to make a landing on this windblown island and
climb up to stand right beside its famous lighthouse. It hadn't been an easy
ride. Conditions as we sailed southwards
along the Argentinean coast had turned from fair to foul, forcing us to seek
shelter from 60 knot plus winds by running for the harbour of San Julian. And
again, later, once we had passed through the Strait of Le Maire and we had
thought we could make a direct run for the Cape, a storm that came out of
nowhere had us battling to reach some form of shelter on nearby Isla Deceit.
With all that behind us now, we really relished in the thought that Fallado and
her crew had achieved something to be proud of. We had put Fallado to the
test and she had performed beautifully.
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