Seven Meter Swells

Thank God I don't get sea sick! On our journey to Antarctica, the boat took 2 days to reach land- and those two days were filled with upset stomachs and sleepless nights for some. This period of no land was called the Drake Passage- where the waves just go crazy.

During the first few hours of the boat trip, the waters were calm and peaceful- which served for a lovely dinner and a good nights rest. However that did not last long.

As we woke up the next morning, the boat was rocking side to side, back and forwards making it almost impossible to stand up without holding on to the table or bed or pole. It was fun for me because I love when the boat rocks- to me it feels like I am riding the waves like a courageous captain. (although many others did not quite feel that way)

As I stepped out of my room to the main hall, I saw a creative layout for the given circumstances. The crew had lined the hall banister with throw-up bags in case you just had to right on the spot. How clever!
As I went out onto the deck, the boat had rocked so much that the floor was completely soaked. The strong cold wind blew in my face and the waves (about seven meters (21 feet) at some points) crashed onto the sides and in some cases onto the boat. It was crazy.

A grand total of ten people out of the 60 guests showed up for meals during those two days. Soup was not even an option to be served- for fear that it might do the same as the waves- and slosh everywhere. I was the only one of my family who ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Thankfully, the Drake Passage, that dreadful gap between the penninsula of Argentina and Antarctica, only lasted for two days.

Finally, after much waiting, we spotted something in the distance- the gray fuzzy strip was what we had all been waiting for. Land Ho!