Chronic Negress

We are officially in Antarctica and are headed towards the South Shetland Islands, which I suspect are pony and sheepdog-free. Now that we’re out of the Drake Passage, the seas have calmed considerably so people we haven’t seen for a couple of days have re-emerged to public quarters. I found what is possibly the coziest place on the ship, the Aft lounge known as the Library. It has neatly stowed books and a lovely view of the seabirds who like to glide on the winds we kick up in our passing. There were some long-distance whale sightings this morning (at this point, it is always morning as we now are in the 24 hours of daylight zone) before breakfast but I wasn’t yet upright. I’m sure there will be more to come. We also found out about zodiac etiquette and proper boot fit, cleaning and storage. There is guano all over the place on land, and it carries toxins (histoplasmosis, anyone?) so the boots must be cleaned and disinfected before we get back on board.

We also have to have enough medications if we are stranded so I’ll pack a day’s supply shortly This morning after the briefing, Sean told us how to identify whales and the types of whales in this area (no Beluga, but Southern Rights, Minkies, and pilot fins

These birds are named for the markings on their wings

are around). Sean (pronounced Shann) is Scottish via New Zealand so he’s an agreeable sort. Our staff is a mix of Australians, Kiwis, Canadians and what have you. All look like adventure travel people everywhere – tan, a bit scruffy but cute and full of love for what they do. Our leader did admit over breakfast that after eight seasons, he’s ready to stand down and have a family and stay put someplace. I can understand that although I often think expatriate living would be something I’d be up for. I always think that until I get home.

I’ve tried taking a few pics of the seabirds, but they’re faster than my camera. More luck later perhaps. Here’s one example.