This is the first year since 2002 that I’m not going to be in Antarctica during the Winter, and I’m going through a bit of withdrawal. Reading through my journal entry from this day two years ago, however, makes the withdrawal a bit easier to bear:
In the words of Shane, “What kind of shit have I gotten myself into now?” Winds are sustained at thirty-to-forty knots, waves are twelve-to-fifteen feet, and the boat is jumping like a Mexican bean. With the assistance of drugs my vision is horribly blurred but I’m not feeling ill, although several of the fellow passengers have been heaving forth with great gusto throughout the day. One thing they don’t tell you about rough seas is that while walking around is very, very tough, using the bathroom is practically a gymnastic event.
Even with the threat of hideous seasickness it would be nice to be heading back again.
Happy Birthday!!
I wanted to call you to give you a surprise but realised that I dont even know where you are staying now let alone having your phone number to call you!
Hope you had a great day!
You rock Jane 🙂