Sunday, May 27, 2018

Scotland: Mull Part 2 - Puffin Island

Fortunately for us, the weather calmed down and the glorious sun came out for our puffin cruise day (with Staffa Tours). We were able to make an exit from Iona Island by early morning ferry, then drive across Mull in time for our morning puffin cruise. In short, it was amazing, here are the photos. Enjoy!

Great Skua, nemesis of the puffin
Small foraging parties were another sign we were nearing the puffin stronghold...
Gray Seals keep a wary eye on our boat
Off the boat and up the cliff, we enjoy intimate time with the puffins as they busily dig their burrows
Razorbills engaging in full courtship 
Some were mating
...but often interrupted by an unwanted peeping Tom! 


In the burrow
Northern Fulmar
 



Common Murres
In my ELEMENT!

On our way back, we stopped the favorite cliff of a White-tailed Sea Eagle

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Scotland: Mull part 1 - Quest for the Corncrake

After 40 days in East Africa, I had to swing by London to pick up my belongings so I could move back to Canada. This would be an amazing opportunity to swing up to Scotland with Ramata for one last weekend together before many months apart. In the words of the legendary Gunnar Engblom, MORE BIRDS! AHAHAHAHA

The plan was to fly from Nairobi at 9:20 am on Thursday, change backpacks at her house, then transfer to Gatwick for an evening flight to Edinburgh to pick up the rental car just before midnight. The time change granted us an extra two hours. This would give us three full days to see puffins and corncrakes. 

We woke after a two-hour sleep and made the first ferry to the Isle of Mull. This was a change of plans because our chartered tour to see the puffins in Lunga was postponned to the following day due to extreme winds. 

We drove across the big island to catch a second ferry to the Isle of Iona, the legendary spot for the CORNCRAKES! 

Turns out the tour people were not being overly cautious - the winds were blowing at 40 knots gusting to 60! It was quite a sight and a crushing blow to our corncrake dreams. All ferries to Iona were cancelled until further notice. 

We decided to be optimistic and wait a few hours to see if they'd run a ferry. Turns out, they did. Suddenly, they radioed the terminal and told them that one would come in 15 minutes and that would be the only one for the day! The maneuvering job of the captain was impressive as we jumped onto the ramp (the thing was being rocked but he kept it steady!) Let the hunting begin. 

On the island, the gale-force winds were less than ideal for a corncrake quest, as this video demonstrates: 



Everyone was telling us to get a yurt but we camped anyway, that's just how we are! The tent seriously contorted under the fury of the storm but I used about 14 pegs and put it next to a stone wall so would not be carried to sea. 

These common terns didn't mind the extreme winds
We walked around the island, checked out the ruins of the medieval nunnery, and got rained on by a slow, miserable and steady Scottish rain. 

Sedge Warblers battling for territory
We were almost going to go to bed early at 6, then suddenly, the heavens opened up and I could send a corncrake ready to be conquered. 


So, we walked over to the shoreline and soon we heard one calling from someone's private garden, CREX CREX, CREX CREX. Inaccessible! We continued to the fire station (a well-known haunt). Hearing none, we doubled back, now joined by a British birder. A corncrake blasted from right beside the road, then within a couple minutes it flew across a lawn! 

A corncrake makes a first appearance after the rains
We were now in a triangle of corncrakes battling for the precious strip of habitat. Suddenly one blasted from 3 meters from our feet! It was so close, this is a full-frame shot: 

Full frame!
Here are a few more for good measure. They put on an epic performance! 












It turns out we were lucky. A very cold and snowy winter meant that the grass growth was quite delayed, giving the crakes relatively little shelter for hiding. They had no choice but to blast their song from right in the open!
Basking in the glow of the CORNCRAKE! 
The beautiful campground at Iona


Friday, May 18, 2018

Virunga: Part 2

We had just spent intimate time with eastern mountain gorillas, our second-closest cousins. Now, we would see the center of the earth. 

We were gathered at the base of Mt Nyiragongo, an active volcano which holds an interesting record: the word's largest lava lake, to receiving our second briefing. 

Nyiragongo is a very active volcano. In 2002, it erupted twice. A 13 km fissure opened in the side of the mountain, releasing a lava flow that reached all the way to Goma and coated a portion of the town 2m deep in lava. 147 people died from carbon dioxide asphyxiation and building collapse due to the lava flow and earthquakes. Apparently, its lava is especially liquid and, combined with the steepness of the mountain, has reached speeds up to 60km/h. Frightening! 

The very trail we walked on followed a large lava flow, evident by the bare rock and holes left where tree trunks had previously been. The walk, which started at a leisurely 11:30, was fairly difficult but with a porter I would say it is easy. I did not have one and carried my own food, but I would recommend getting a porter as its good to support the locals and you will enjoy yourself more. 


Up up up we went, up the steep slope, in the sweltering heat, but in good cheer and good company. It was a very large group but all were serious travelers. My friend John and Magda has told me a story of a fat Chinese man who had gotten four porters to carry him a large portion of the way on a makeshift stretcher. Even with a backpack, it is a very difficult walk! 

Luckily there were no such shananigans in our group. Ramata's 18 year old porter Justin did an excellent job, insisting they hold hands almost the entire way down. He received a few elbow jabs from his friends at the rest cabin. 

The rangers enjoy their work
Thanks to hard-working porters, many people are able to experience Nyiragongo

Hampered by a knee problem, Steve did not let it hold him back
Afromontane vegetation in the mist
After what I can safely say was a serious hike, we had the crater rim in our sights. Everybody's motivation was boosted and our tempo increased. At last, we peered over the rim into a pit of fog and sulfurous gases. We would have to wait until nightfall for the lava lake to reveal itself, about 400 m below us. 


As the night drew nearer, about 20 people waited with anticipation,  lined up along the crater rim. We could hear the lava churning. Every few minutes, a fumarole somewhere blasted a spat of gasses, like an orchestra tuning up for the performance to come. Then, a small window in the fog revealed an orange glow. A collective gasp of awe was produced by the every giddy onlooker. 
The first reveal of lava


The glow intensified...



As darkness set in, the glow intensified and a cool breeze swept away the fog like curtains marking the start of an epic performance. And it was epic.








 A mini eruption last year had produced a small blast of lava on the right side, which had left a bed of cooling lava above the central lake. Lava from this mini-eruption seemed to still be draining into the main lake via a lava waterfall (seen on the extreme right of the rim). The source of the waterfall had become the fumarole which we were hearing. Plates of cooled lava formed a mosaic on the lake's surface, which shifted around and occasionally opened up into fissures of boiling lava, which I reckon shot up to 10m in the air at times, although difficult to judge from our distance. The lava churned and boiled and even began forming waves at one point. We stretched out our hands and could feel heat radiating from the lake like one would feel in front of a fireplace. 





Our sleeping quarters were reinforced steel huts that were apparently constructed from materials carried entirely by porters with no help from helicopters (even the concrete for the foundations). One of our porters told me, in a matter of fact way, that he was part of that effort himself. 

My version of five star accommodation: a mattress, a roof and door, and a hell of a view
I woke up at 4:30 am to enjoy another hour of ever-changing volcanic activity all to myself. I could not stop staring at at the lake. 


The center of the earth
Sunrise over Nyiragongo
Sunrise from the crater. Mt Nyamuragira can bee seen in the distance
This huge crater, on the slope of the mountain, was formed during the 2002 eruption, I was told
Views of primary rainforest where calls of Rwenzori Turaco could be heard
We took one final rest stop near trailhead, and received a very uplifting speech from one of the guides. He thanked us for supporting the park, and told us that many people avoid coming here due to fear. We see tears and suffering and wars, he said, when the news reports on the Congo. But in reality, he continued, "you have now realized that what you mostly see is smiling faces and friendly people." He was absolutely right. Visit Virunga!

https://visitvirunga.org/

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