Steeped in history, Solander Island stands as a reminder of how beautiful it once was in this land which once was the kingdom of the birds.
Monday 6 May
Our party of 3 comprising Dr Dominique Filippi, Director Sextant Technology Ltd, Jean Claude Stahl (photographer scientist) and myself (Michael Hall) spend time readying for the trip. Comprehensive checks of our bags at the Invercargill Doc office, to ensure no stray flora or fauna make it to the island, are carried out along with safety briefings and last minute words of advice.
Tuesday 7 May
We head off to the rendezvous point with the chopper, Clifton, a blip on the map south of Invercargill and are greeted by Rob, former pilot for the famous Jacques Cousteau and almost as famous boat Calypso.
Flying over the sea in the chopper, the steep cliffs of Solander loom out of the mist like a latter day Kong island. Once home to a band of hapless sealers for five years, forgotten by their employers and left to fend for themselves, this looks like no place for an extended stay!
Hovering above our landing spot seals scatter in all directions, a flurry of noise and activity sees our provisions for the next few days unloaded and then, in a moment the chopper is gone, silence bar the crashing waves and honking of seals.
Jean Claude points us towards our new campsite not far from the landing spot. I stumble along the beach doing my best to keep up with the two Frenchmen, alas my city legs are no match for them as they steam ahead.
When I finally arrive at the site two tents are nearly up. Several large rocks fall from the cliffs above and we decide it might be wise to move our site elsewhere.
Our new campsite, higher up a small gully, is right in the middle of the action.
The first thing I notice is the chicks. Looking like little furry dodos they sit high in the nest waiting for their next feed. As you near the nests, the chicks make a clop, clop sound; if get too close they spew, nice!
Pairs of the bigger birds resplendent with their striking yellow beaks and dark grey markings set against white plumage, waddle around each other awkwardly, nodding and rubbing beaks in a ritualised mating dance, while singles sit patiently, waiting to be noticed.
Above us the sky is filled with birds, this is where the albatross is truly king.
Wheeling high above they hug the cliffs, riding the eddies and updrafts with ease. At sea they skim the surface, often glancing a wing into the water, but still never seeming to flap, mesmerizing.
Weds 8 May
Time is spent attaching the loggers to the birds, these will record flight details, and also proximity to boats, useful information when looking at ways to understand and preserve these amazing creatures.
Jean Claude informs me one recorder showed a flight of 3000km over a 32 hour period, that’s an average speed of nearly 100kmh, and again over water.
After two relatively fine days taking photos attaching loggers and enjoying extensive 3 course banquets on the camp stoves, our honeymoon with Solander is about to end.
Thursday 9 May
The day breaks looking a little more ominous, the sea is getting big as a front closes in from the southwest. By midday we are holed up in our tents the wind is screaming, rain, hail, thunder and lightning, this is the Solander Island I was warned about. Still the birds are happy.
Friday 10 May
The weather has cleared and time for this city boy to take his leave, the hardened scientists are staying on to retrieve the loggers.
At the copter landing site I stare out to sea. A convoy of Albatross rises effortlessly on some unseen current, and glide over me, a fitting send off from this remarkable place.
Driving back to Invercargill in the DOC van we stop at McCracken Rest. A rusted signpost points out to sea ‘Solander Island 72km’ I look hoping to glimpse the island but see nothing.
I would like to thank the following people for their help and support on the trip;
- Sharon and Janice from Doc, Janice for the ride back into town.
- Terry Nicholas from Hokunui Runanga, for his Hospitality and Hot shower.
- Rob and Sam the Helicopter pilots for getting us there safely.
- Dominique and Jean Claude for their companionship and for watching out for me.
- Susan Waugh for sending us down.