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The night before still seems like it was the perfect idea.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo regrets to be had as I shove final items in my pack, and take pictures of the boots I walked across Canada in back in 2006, the boots I injured my knees in in Tokyo in 2008, the boots that saw me through the Alps and the Andes.  The boots that never made it to Australia.  Personified more than an Ikea lamp, waiting in the rain, are memorialized before being left behind.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor some time I'd thought about offloading them.  And all my hikes are behind me now.  They'd been encrusted with the water's salt, and were far past their prime.  Still – it was hard to let them go.  But attachments are made to be broken.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y6T8p16I\/AAAAAAAACPA\/_jQ-tFoARO4\/s1600-h\/IMG_0213.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y6T8p16I\/AAAAAAAACPA\/_jQ-tFoARO4\/s320\/IMG_0213.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448608882998499234\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EShowered, stationary and not grasping walls for once, I stumbled like a zombie up to breakfast.  Halls were emptying of luggage.  Passengers were making their way back to dry land.  People were congregating hoping for final goodbyes, parting hugs, and final words.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWith all things at their end, we made our way down the gangway to the waiting bus that took us to Ushuaia airport.  There, within the gift shop, terrible products were observed.  And exhaustion almost brought me to purchase terribly unneeded items.  Saved, at last, I was by the realization of free wifi.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the first time I had contact with the world outside.  E-mails were made to confirm plans for California, and Japan thereafter.  I'd need to make Singapore, Hong Kong, and China plans before long.  But there was still time for that.  Not much, but some.  Off we were called to the plane said to be waiting at the gate.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe plane was not there.  Nor was it there an hour later.  But soon thereafter we boarded, sat down, and I promptly passed out.  Sleep was much required by this point.  A momentary awakening came as the food tray rolled by, and then I was out once more until the touch down in Buenos Aires.  Ah Buenos Aires, back again.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y68kKT4I\/AAAAAAAACPI\/HJahdpKXPIM\/s1600-h\/IMG_0219.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y68kKT4I\/AAAAAAAACPI\/HJahdpKXPIM\/s320\/IMG_0219.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448608893901623170\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EBussed to the hotel where the next two nights would be spent, bags were tossed in rooms, and rather than drifting off to sleep we gathered to wander Florida street from end to end, passing multiple McDonald's, Burger Kings, and sandal shops.  I had Caramelized Milk Ice Cream.  Where else can one get such a flavour?  Bed Bug infested hostels were also passed.  Good riddance.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe streets were much the same as they were when I last wandered them, except I saw seven goths and two people wearing LOST shirts.  These aberrations made me wonder two things – had LOST become even more fantastic since I'd been away, and was there a goth convention in town?  Where were these people two weeks ago?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor the first time in two weeks, we all felt hunger.  It was about tea-time, our usual third meal.  And yet no food was brought to us.  There was no one making their rounds to keep our glasses full of water.  For that matter, we had no glasses to speak of.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y7nHPSpI\/AAAAAAAACPY\/6-b40Ubddo0\/s1600-h\/IMG_0225.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y7nHPSpI\/AAAAAAAACPY\/6-b40Ubddo0\/s320\/IMG_0225.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448608905323039378\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EFor the first time we appreciated the meals with which we had been provided.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn the boat a buffet of fruit, yogurt, bacon, pancakes, eggs, hash browns, sausages, and all other tasty treats were laid before us.  Lunch time was a salad bar, and a buffet of hot treats which ranged from meats, to pastas, to all number of things looking to fill ones belly.  There were also vats and vats of desserts.  Every three days there would be a separate tray of fresh cooked foods.  Tea time was sandwiches, and dinner was served from one of three choices.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y725RqlI\/AAAAAAAACPg\/uFRw3tecUi8\/s1600-h\/IMG_0229.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y725RqlI\/AAAAAAAACPg\/uFRw3tecUi8\/s320\/IMG_0229.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448608909559442002\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EOn the boat we didn't eat because we were hungry, we ate because food was there.  And at the time that seemed like more than enough reason.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBellies always full we never knew hunger.  Now, walking the streets, hours before our next meal, the feeling was - novel.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAt seven forty-five the feeling of living in a televised re-run, and the thought of bellies waiting to be filled, ended.  A bus picked us up to drive us to dinner, which would be accompanied by a tango show. Before we ate we were given lessons to the dance.  Ridiculous lessons which I think I might try to remember for a drama game, or opening exercise to break the ice with new classes.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51ZFjsQ1xI\/AAAAAAAACPo\/xQO06nir9DQ\/s1600-h\/IMG_0232.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51ZFjsQ1xI\/AAAAAAAACPo\/xQO06nir9DQ\/s320\/IMG_0232.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448609076203280146\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EAnd then the meal began.  I would have pumpkin pasta, salad, and poached pears.  The tango show would last three hours.  While this might seem wonderful to some, or terrible to others, it was made acceptable by the addition of an open bar.  Asking for a beer and a coke confused the waitress.  Someone else at my table spoke up indicating that I wanted them separate, saving me from a potentially disastrous mix.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor three hours we watched people dance in different costumes, loosing all track of the plot.  It started in 1900, went to 1940, and at some point I think one of the female dancers was metaphorically raped.  It was all very confusing.  Others seemed to rectify this with bottle after bottle of red wine.  Red wine.  Ugh.  Who drinks that stuff?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBetween dances an old man sung.  Speaking Spanish may have made the progression of events more understandable, but perhaps not.  Perhaps the plot was as impossible to understand for all viewers as it was for us.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51ZF8nI4iI\/AAAAAAAACPw\/RuLWv7YY9kk\/s1600-h\/IMG_0240.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51ZF8nI4iI\/AAAAAAAACPw\/RuLWv7YY9kk\/s320\/IMG_0240.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448609082892673570\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EThree hours passed and we boarded a bus.  Sure the bus had no driver.  And sure two strangers hopped on it.  And sure when we got a driver he said he'd take us to the wrong place – but none were in much state to complain.  Mostly there was laughter at the confusion.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor what it's worth, we ended up where we should have – and then beds allowed for comfortable lapse into darkness.  While I was warned of my roommates snoring, I heard nothing, and slept peacefully in comfort.  Beds that do not try to toss one from their surfaces are a rare and wonderful treat as of late.  And the pillows, finally the right size to fit my sleeping patterns?  A true delight."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/feeds\/7914603591792632151\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/03\/antarctica-disembarkation.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/7914603591792632151"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/7914603591792632151"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/03\/antarctica-disembarkation.html","title":"Antarctica: Disembarkation"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"oneyeartrip.com"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/02942033055663818067"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Y7Rf8LjI\/AAAAAAAACPQ\/xJqE4ycybzI\/s72-c\/IMG_0223.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453582688315838952.post-4686584816831378281"},"published":{"$t":"2010-03-14T15:27:00.003-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2010-03-14T17:43:17.247-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"antarctica"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"rtw09"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"south america"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"ushuaia"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Any Port in a Storm"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YCcWdyyI\/AAAAAAAACOo\/jvlu153F-yE\/s1600-h\/IMG_0190.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YCcWdyyI\/AAAAAAAACOo\/jvlu153F-yE\/s320\/IMG_0190.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607923181570850\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EThe Drake continues to shake, though at breakfast only two glasses break.  No tables are empties of their contents.  People begin to recover.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe dinner that was so haphazardly glossed over, yesterday, now comes back to my memory as one that was fraught with problems and disaster.  Unlike the first breakfast, no chairs broke and no people were sent flying over tables – however, wine bottles, and glasses, did smash to the floor as the boat pitched.  Near the end of supper as the service staff was stacking up dishes on a table to clear them away, that table's cloth was frictionlessly tempted to fall to the floor, taking all those items piles on to with it.  And jugs of water placed precariously near the edge of service stations, boarded by coffee cups?  These items didn't all make it either.  But, at least the water jugs were made of plastic.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI wonder if we'll ever see statistics about the things broken on this vessel?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YBtecFHI\/AAAAAAAACOY\/HJBLcvMq1V0\/s1600-h\/IMG_0148.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YBtecFHI\/AAAAAAAACOY\/HJBLcvMq1V0\/s320\/IMG_0148.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607910598546546\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003ECape Horn was passed as we all stood in the bridge, being thrown hither and thither.  What fun!  Closed toed shoes are advised.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAfter breakfast we are told that the ship is bouncing around too much for some of the morning lectures.  I once more begin to power through my novel, trying to offload whatever weight I can before I fly.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YB9EX-CI\/AAAAAAAACOg\/kjqXoDUMWO0\/s1600-h\/IMG_0160.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YB9EX-CI\/AAAAAAAACOg\/kjqXoDUMWO0\/s320\/IMG_0160.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607914784192546\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EOne by one we are called down to settle our tab.  My visit to the doctors ran me 29USD.  Not all that bad to prevent the trip from being the most disastrous thing I'd ever experienced.  Sea-sickness.  This is not a pleasurable thing.  And the amount of people still locked in their rooms as the Drake continues to quake, speaks wonders for how important any sort of pill, tab, or patch to remedy the situation can be.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELunch time, a final lunch, with a final dessert.  This lunch is good, but not nearly as exciting as the hamburgers and hot dogs from the day of the wedding proved to be.  Meal time conversations run their course, as all things start to come to a rest.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt is announced that today's engine room tours are canceled.  It is said that this is due to some sort of crisis in the engine room.  I imagine the first engineer just can't be bothered.  And I don't blame him one bit.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the lounge, before dinner, the stashes of vodka we all thought we would need are collected together.  A bottle of tangerine, one of peach, and one of raspberry.  None of us drank as we thought we might.  There was so much to do, and so much to see, and even a moment hung over would mean missing part of the adventure.  But here, in the final hours, we gathered and attempted to make a dent in the collection.  Vodka, it turns out, is not any of our favourite drinks.  Unless it's Ukrainian.  And made at Antarctic research stations.  Then it's bloody magic.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAt dinner I try to sit at a table with some folks I know, for a final chat.  I get looks from the two sitting on the end of this table.  They promptly evict me, telling me seats are reserved for two others.  There has never, this whole trip, been such nonsense, and it's always sit where you will when you will.  This is why we all carry books to the table, to save our seats.  But – one speaks up.  I can honestly say there have only been two people on this trip I've felt some hostility towards, but on a boat, we keep our mouths shut.  When I am evicted, I smile, and move one table over – peopled with a group of similarly delightful people who I've come to enjoy.  One nods towards the lady who sent me packing, and quietly mouths to me, “she's a cow!”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESomeone else having said it, I can smile in reply, and move on.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow, it may seem petty to have added this – but it illustrates an important aspect of the trip: Two weeks is a long time to keep idle politeness in check.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis table change has led to some great education, I might add.  The island of Guernsey.  One of the British Isles.  I had no idea such a place existed, but now come to realize that while under British rule, they have their own government, currency, and closed off culture that leads – it would seem – to cultural madness.  It is quite an amazingly unique part of the world, as are the other islands around it, and ones that i will look into closer in due time.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's strange to be informed of places that you had no concept of even existing – it's like being told there's an eighth continent, and wondering how you'd missed it all these years.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EMidway through our meal, the boat stops shaking, the forks come to a rest, coffee stops leaping from within the cups.  And outside, there is no longer open seas, and endless horizon.  Outside are the city lights of Ushuaia.  Outside is the proof that we are home.  Antarctica is behind us, and real life only a threshold away.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFor some this means work, and family, and daily routine.  For others it means travel where thought needs to be made as to where sleep will come, and how food is to be gathered.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe dream has nearly ended.  But not quite.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAfter dinner, a final dinner, we head to the lounge where a  movie starts to play.  “What's it about,” I ask.  She – whom I slid across hallways with on the first day rolls her eyes at me and replies, “Antarctica.”  Of course.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe bottle of Raspberry vodka is grabbed, and we head off to the Polar Bear Bar.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's the first time that I've been there this trip for any purpose other than simply looking outside through their glass walls.  Sprite is used as a mixer, and over the next five hours the bottle is emptied between all those who wish to drink from it.  It is the perfect ending to the trip.  It is the necessary ending to the trip.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YCv7kVvI\/AAAAAAAACOw\/NV7Z1SxJFFg\/s1600-h\/IMG_0196.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YCv7kVvI\/AAAAAAAACOw\/NV7Z1SxJFFg\/s320\/IMG_0196.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607928437462770\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EFor some time the sense of mope-mope-mope that often accompanies the closing of one chapter was threatening to fall upon me.  But this evening proved to be the closing that was required to make passing on perfectly acceptable.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELong conversations were held with all the right people, while jaw dropped faces, and open eyed expressions were passed on from those completely trapped between tables and walls by intoxicated conversationalists recounting the same discussion had twelve times over.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EOpenings, and chiming, “hellos,” were timed between passing moments of, “smell ice do ya?!”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EPhotographers, often locked away in sleep from nine pm stayed awake through talks of relationships, the following of passions, and lives to be lives – well until the morning had set in.  Promises to get in touch when cities were passed through, made, and doctors explaining why lack of commitment is the perfect way to carry on between moments of dropping that sea sick patches might just be placebos paved the way for some to carry on to bed.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YDOAs0hI\/AAAAAAAACO4\/b_qTtXAJNUM\/s1600-h\/IMG_0202.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YDOAs0hI\/AAAAAAAACO4\/b_qTtXAJNUM\/s320\/IMG_0202.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607936512053778\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EAnd finally officers discussed drinks by the liters, death is one engine stops, and strange sounds coming from the roof.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EPink bottle carried away, empty, by bar staff and clocks ringing four, it was finally time, after all moments had reached their optimum conclusion, for sleep.  Back in my room I laid my head to pillow for the next ninety minutes that would be granted as rest.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ETiger hats, and yellow caps – photographers new and old – vodka from the continent – ice, penguins, whales, and dolphins – games invented – landings missed – waters tossed – blues never seen."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/feeds\/4686584816831378281\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/03\/any-port-in-storm.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/4686584816831378281"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/4686584816831378281"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/03\/any-port-in-storm.html","title":"Any Port in a Storm"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"oneyeartrip.com"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/02942033055663818067"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51YCcWdyyI\/AAAAAAAACOo\/jvlu153F-yE\/s72-c\/IMG_0190.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4453582688315838952.post-3621899822420540381"},"published":{"$t":"2010-03-14T15:26:00.002-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2010-03-14T17:40:09.961-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"antarctica"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"rtw09"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Once More Through the Drake Shake"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51XePZgkPI\/AAAAAAAACOQ\/nKYn6AIuWJQ\/s1600-h\/IMG_0142.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51XePZgkPI\/AAAAAAAACOQ\/nKYn6AIuWJQ\/s320\/IMG_0142.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607301229383922\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EWe had left Antarctica behind us, and were now headed back across the Drake Passage.  This strip of water is known for some of the roughest traverses.  While, for many people, it can be the quiet, peaceful, Drake Lake – for us it was the time honoured Drake Shake.  There would be no peace for us as we were again delighted to find walking in a straight line more difficult than for a Russian after two liters of vodka, neat.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI looked at my book, the final adventure of DI Rebus, and attempted to read some more of it.  But through the windows the horizon was playing all sorts of tricks.  Not only was it coming up, just to hide itself once again, it was coming up at angles one could spend hours with a protractor trying to figure out.  And never the same one twice. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E“Doctor, please come to reception.  Doctor, to reception.”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENo rest for him this day, as calls were made more than they had been since our first passage.  People whom I'd seen every day for over a week were suddenly locked in their rooms, seemingly tied to their beds, emerging only for meal times, and often not even for those.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ELectures went on in the lounge, describing the eating patterns of Humpback Whales, and Orcas.  We played a game, it was called – try to stay awake.  With the rocking of the boat, the darkened lights, the comfortable chairs, and the soft voices lulling one off to Nod, it was a game hard to win.  Still – the presenters played a game all their own.  For two weeks they'd been playing it, and it was only now in the final moments that we grew wise to it.  Before each lecture they gave, two words were pulled from a hat.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51XdKV3vuI\/AAAAAAAACN4\/K-JGQPbH1ig\/s1600-h\/IMG_0121.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51XdKV3vuI\/AAAAAAAACN4\/K-JGQPbH1ig\/s320\/IMG_0121.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607282692079330\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EInterdigitation, and slovenly.  What does interdigitation  mean?  I'm not sure.  Neither did the presenter.  But it was his job to work both in to the next one hour presentation.  We stayed alert, now keen on this attempt to spice up their own talks, and heard above the slovenly eating patterns of the humpback, and how Orcas could be distinguished based on the interdigitation on their dorsal fin.  Do their dorsal fins have interdigitation?  No.  But were we wise to the dropping of this word?  We wouldn't have been.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd it makes me think back to the other lectures I had heard, wondering what nonsense was spread around there.  It also made me think that such a game would be interesting to play while teaching back in “the real world.”\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe next lecture mentioned how sea-sponges looked like a 1957 Chevy.  Something was out of place with this comment.  This was the word drawn from the hat.  The hat, of course, being nothing more than an envelop with the words “this is a hat” printed on the side.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd then it was time for lunch.  Some people showed, some people did not.  It was delicious.  It strikes me that I've not often discussed the food on this ship.  Always there, it just seems something taken for granted.  There was delicious mousse.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn the afternoon, I found two half moon swivel chairs and used one to rest my behind, the other for my feet.  It was the most comfortable two chair combination I'd yet come across (all chairs being bolted to the ground, and thus unable to move.)  And in the middle of the boat, it was relatively free from nauseating rocking.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHere, for three hours, I sat and I read.  And well the Ian Rankin novel is no more of an academic text than, say, DS9: The Never Ending Sacrifice (which is not to be confused with the soul key – as the former was quite well written, and the Soul Key was pretty terrible.  Dan Brown could have done better.  I shudder at the thought.) it was quite good.  Very quickly I was sucked into the world of seedy Edinburgh, taken back to my weeks spent there, and all of a sudden I wondered should I have started with the final book in the 17 volume epic?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Xdn5EioI\/AAAAAAAACOA\/nrIWlNSSdPc\/s1600-h\/IMG_0124.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Xdn5EioI\/AAAAAAAACOA\/nrIWlNSSdPc\/s320\/IMG_0124.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607290624346754\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EAt four thirty I was dragged back to the chilled waters, as an announcement claimed that engine room tours would begin shortly.  Nothing was off limit on this vessel.  We stood on the bridge, we wandered the lifeboats, and we would now see the engine room.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeing led through it by the first engineer, we were warned, in other words, that what we were entering was akin to the world of Astar – the robot.  He can put his arm back on, you cannot.  Play safe. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EEvery two steps, as the boat swayed left to right, would see you passing some moving part, sharp tool hanging from chairs, or wiring unconvincingly insulated.  We were told not to touch anything.  If the boat causes you to fall, fall – do not grab a thing.  And should the watertight doors start to seal, let them close.  They will not open for you, and people have been known to be chopped in two by these monsters.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EYes, it was a delightful playground of cold war wonderlands.  I felt like I was inside the video game, Missile Command.  This made more sense when I recalled the boat was built in the mid seventies.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Xc-rLRPI\/AAAAAAAACNw\/49ogNQY-SZA\/s1600-h\/IMG_0119.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Xc-rLRPI\/AAAAAAAACNw\/49ogNQY-SZA\/s320\/IMG_0119.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607279560213746\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EClimbing back above water level, where tea time sandwiches were abundant, and instant death or dismemberment seemed far away, I returned to watching lectures, and reading.       My eye grew heavy, yet it was still so early.  Not even dinner.  I'd take a nap.  This seemed a most gracious use of my time, and lying on my stomach, I could manage enough surface area to not be tossed onto the cold, carpeted, floor.  Also – I was best to make the most of my window while I still could.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EDinner came and went, and in an attempt to wake myself, I stood outside, took a walk around the ship.  The crisp air worked its magic momentarily, but back inside I once more grew dreary.  I thought that I could stay up for the evening game, but after one or two questions all was for naught.  I would find myself thrown atop the blankets, quickly asleep.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIn sleep the rocking did not stop.  In sleep dreams did come.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Xd5uL2LI\/AAAAAAAACOI\/rB3g-NXHEx8\/s1600-h\/IMG_0141.JPG\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51Xd5uL2LI\/AAAAAAAACOI\/rB3g-NXHEx8\/s320\/IMG_0141.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607295410526386\" border=\"0\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EIt seemed every hour I was roused from my slumber, sure that I was in an airplane hurtling towards the ground.  The sound was right, the motion fit, and the speed seemed elevated.  The dream images that backed these sensations up did nothing to help my false perception.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's strange – after the fifth theoretical plane crash, you really stop to care.  It just grows annoying that you're awake once more, gripping on for dear life.  I can rest on my back or my stomach, but not sleep that way.  And on my side?  In the great Drake Shake?  Staying attached to ones mattress is hard, and terrible, work."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/feeds\/3621899822420540381\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/03\/once-more-through-drake-shake.html#comment-form","title":"0 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/3621899822420540381"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/4453582688315838952\/posts\/default\/3621899822420540381"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.oneyeartrip.com\/2010\/03\/once-more-through-drake-shake.html","title":"Once More Through the Drake Shake"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"oneyeartrip.com"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/02942033055663818067"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_88RoabsTacs\/S51XePZgkPI\/AAAAAAAACOQ\/nKYn6AIuWJQ\/s72-c\/IMG_0142.JPG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}}]}});