At an information session last night, the expedition leader said to expect a bumpy night and lots of bouncing around today. And so it was, and so it is. Twice during the night I almost fell out of bed because the cabin was pitching so wildly. Today, we’re sailing through 18-foot waves in a gale (8 on the Beaufort Scale). The spray reached as high as our balcony on the sixth deck, roughly 75 feet above the water line. Thank you, scopolamine!
Day 2 of our journey through the Drake Passage, and the seas are much calmer. When I looked outside, I thought at first that my glasses were fogged up from my mask. My glasses were clear, however; all the fog is outside, so it seems like we’re plowing through an enormous carton of weak skim milk. After a mandatory review of the do’s and don’ts of Antarctic travel – such as resisting the urge to pet the penguins and seals – we got fitted for our expedition parkas and boots, and the idea that I’d soon be in Antarctica began to sink in.
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