 |
|
|
|
|
||||||||||||||||||
 |
||||||||||||||||||||||
|
||||||||||||||||||||||
 |
 |
 |
||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|||||
|
December 22, 2002 At sea en route to South Georgia Sunrise: 4:20am The captain says the seas are mild. My stomach says otherwise. Thankfully, I don’t miss much because the ship’s lecture halls have closed circuit TV systems broadcasting to the cabins. I always thought krill were tiny – the jar full that Bill has, courtesy of the ship’s engineer who was cleaning the intake in Stanley, are almost 3” long. The choice of a cabin with a private balcony was a good one – I’ve been enjoying the sight of petrels, albatrosses, and dolphins while standing on the balcony to feel the wind. Also, there’s a contest on – the passenger to spot the first “real” iceberg – at least ten times the size of the ship – gets a bottle of French champagne. December 23, 2002 At sea en route to South Georgia Sunrise: 4:37am Contest over. The tabular icebergs are amazing. Sailing between them is quite something. 47% of the Antarctic coastline is covered by ice shelves. The icebergs that break off are so large that they can float around the continent for 3 to 6 years. Sounds impossible until you actually see one. The colors are phenomenal. You don’t expect to see so many shades of blue in the ice, nor do you expect the eerie shade of green surrounding it – the glacial milk. We’ve crossed the Antarctic Convergence and are now in the Southern Ocean. The water temperature is 2°C (versus 8°C literally moments before). December 24, 2002 South Georgia Sunrise: 3:57am Morning – Godthul
|
|||||
|
|||||
