First full day with zero excursions and no 5-something-a.m. wake-up call trying to assassinate us in our sleep. We treated it like the national holiday it deserved to be. We kicked things off pretending to be responsible photographers by attending a two-hour workshop on landscape and wildlife photography. Translation: we now have exactly zero excuses … More The Sacred Art of Doing Absolutely Nothing (With Fancy Tea and a Celebrity Iceberg Sighting)

Woke up to a wind chill that could freeze your eyebrows off: 35 °F with a gale that made the ship rock like it was auditioning for a pirate movie. “Holy moly” doesn’t even cover it—we layered up like we’re preparing for the apocalypse, chugged coffee, and eyed the Zodiac dock like it was a … More Gypsy Cove – Where Penguins Outnumber Landmines (And That’s Saying Something)

Alarm: 5:30 a.m. Body: “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Penguins: “Welcome to our office, suckers.” We rolled into New Island (west side of the Falklands) at dawn, and the weather gods actually smiled—sunny, barely any wind, and a downright tropical 54 °F. We’re calling it bikini weather from now on. First real test of … More Penguins, Albatross Drama, and My First Ride in the Penguin Shame Jeep