Last night was like trying to sleep on a theme park ride. Up and down, across and around. Bump, jump and sway. Everything and everyone was moving. The massive waves crashing against my cabin’s porthole look like the inside of a washing machine. This morning’s breakfast was poorly attended, with lots of people lying low in their cabins. I’m feeling good and I’m infinitely grateful. We’re 51° 57’ 00” S and 125° 13’ 00” E and 2215 nautical miles from Davis Station, Antarctica.
Maybe it would be easier to fly to Antarctica?