The Voyage of M.S. Explorer to Antarctica 21/11/06

This is our second last day. We rock back and forth as we cross Drake's Passage. Lectures now have no practical use and so I just fill in time. At one point, we got a call that there was a king penguin off our stern. Everybody bnurst on to the deck dressed in t-shirts and sandals - we're all so casual about the cold these days - and craned over the rail. With no icebergs, however, it could only have been in the water and was long gone. You have to be quicker than quick these days.

Given that we are on our way home, I have relaxed my embargo on drink. In the afternoon, Brian, Louise and I started drinking a lager or two (actually Louise wisely kept to the water). Dinner and then a quiz continued this reaquaintance with alcohol. By 2.45 in the morning I had degenerated into debates on aesthetics and was scaring the only other table also up. I went rolling physically and mentally to bed.