Not too shabby of a wake-up today—if you call a 7:20 a.m. zodiac ride “sleeping in.” Our bodies are on Antarctic autopilot now: roll outta bed, chug coffee, scarf breakfast (unless we’re leaving early, then eat later), pile on three layers, and wait our turn. Twice a day, every day. But I wouldn’t trade these … More Penguins, Predators, and Ice That Looks Like It Came From My Freezer
Y’all, we finally made it! After days of rolling around like marbles in a tin can (and one very fancy lobster brunch), we’ve reached the Antarctic Peninsula—the long, skinny finger of Antarctica that points toward South America like it’s begging for a ride home to warmer weather. I’ve added some slideshows to make it easier … More Hello, Antarctic Peninsula – The “Banana Belt” of the White Continent
We’re in the middle of two sea days as we tiptoe around the edge of the infamous Drake Passage, and so far it’s been more “Drake Wobble” than “Drake Shake.” Not glass-smooth, but manageable if you treat the handrails like your new best friends. Walking down the hallway feels like a slow-motion game of pinball—left, … More Sea Days – Rockin’, Rollin’, and Lobster Lovin’
Oh my stars, y’all—today might just take the cake for the most jaw-dropping day yet. To even get here, we had a little adventure before the adventure started. St. Andrews Bay has a tricky landing spot—sometimes a stream or meltwater blocks the path from the beach to the colony, making it impossible (or at least … More Half a Million Penguins and a Enough Guano to Fertilize Texas
Well, friends, today we pulled into Grytviken—the old whaling capital turned peaceful outpost and, most importantly, the final resting place of Sir Ernest Shackleton, the man they simply called “The Boss.” Standing at his granite headstone overlooking the cove felt like stepping into history. Our whole group gathered, raised glasses of seriously strong whiskey, shouted … More Toasting Shackleton in South Georgia
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