Antarctica Adventure - 2002

suppers. The wait staff was reeling about like they had been issued a bit too much grog to get them through the Passage and none of the plates, silverware or condiments wanted to stay on the tables. Everyone had to keep a close eye on their water glasses and plates as well. T HE D RAKE P ASSAGE Day 5 We awoke to long rollers, probably 10-12 feet high, with overcast skies and 7 degrees F. Walking in the ship was much easier than it was yesterday when the waves were choppier, taller, and intent on moving the ship in several different directions at once. Kay had her sea legs about her today and was able to partake of some breakfast. Maybe these “voodoo” wrist bracelets really do work after all. Spent most of the day running down the stairs to Darwin Hall in the bottom of the ship to attend lectures and then back up the stairs; we are refusing to take the elevators out of both pride and fear. Who wants to be in the elevator when the ship is swaying from side to side and back to front? We had four separate lectures from our onboard experts: on seabirds, seals, the Southern Ocean, and the rules for Antarctic visitors. These lectures really are quite good and we are learning more details than we’ll ever remember. The Drake Passage continued to remain fairly calmall day, so Kay felt much better. So we read, then bird-watched, took some more notes, ate, visited the library to research the penguins we would see, and ate, and stood on deck as long as we could endure the cold and wind. Suddenly, late in the afternoon, Smith Island loomed out of the fog as we left the Drake and entered the much smaller Boyd Passage, which would take us through the surrounding islands and right to the Antarctic Peninsula. We have been advised to rise early in the AM if the weather was clear because we would see some truly awesome scenery as we passed between the islands on the port side and the continent on the starboard. Right now we don’t see very much except occasionally when bare gray-black rocks peek through the fog curtain and sharp craggy mountain tops emerge from the “fog ocean” drowning everything. We did not regret seeing the Drake Passage in our wake.

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