We had met Les the day before to talk with him about taking us out to see the seals before we left Stanley. We explained we were on a time crunch, and he was more than accommodating at making sure we get the most out of our time there.
Les is a local boat maker and charters fishing boat trips for Stanley tourists. His boats and craftsmanship were beautiful, sleek and elegant. He had three boats on display in his garage, one of which he made from scratch as part of a program with local kids to keep them off the streets and out of trouble. The other two boats were restorations that he was working on refurbishing and selling to those who have their hearts set on the sea.
We met Les at about 7:30 in the morning, dressed in fleece jackets, jumpers and layers of socks. We also decided to bring a blanket with us, just in case we needed it; however, our friend Les set sail in a tee and shorts. Shows how “city folk” we are. (Dane will definitely not agree with that comment as he considers himself a wilderness man.)
The boat was small and personal, a comfortable way to enjoy our morning. We drove about ten minutes from shore before coming to this small little island – more like a rock, really – that was swimming with Tasmanian fur seals, which were once bordering extinction.
Literally, there were seals on seals on seals all around. There must have been more than a hundred just lounging around on this rock, basking and relaxing the morning away. We even got to experience the other side of things that the touristic boat doesn’t dare venture to. Les took us in a circle around the rock so we could get a whiff of that real seal smell. It was inebriating and foul and was so strong it was like hitting a wall. We made it, though – we city people have strong stomachs.
Our brains and eyes were in excitement overload as we struggled to keep track of all the seals swimming about us. Just as we pulled near to the rock, in the water they went and were so “inquisitive (Dane’s word of the trip)” that they were practically trying to climb into the boat with us. They swam and swam and swam, and all I wanted was to pet one or take one home as a pet.
In the process of writing this blog, I had a bit of a break down because I realised that our photos are gone and missing. We were mad enough at ourselves for forgetting to take a picture of us with the seals in the background, but now we have next to none at all. There is nothing more frustrating than MIA photos. These are the best I have to offer, unfortunately. If only I could import the photographic moments from my mind.