After lunch we entered Cierva Cove. The Vavilov moored in the bay. We lined up eagerly on the gangway. The northern sky was a foreboding grey yet filled with texture. Humpback whales were swimming in front of giant icebergs. Nothing can prepare you for the beauty and peace of this land at the bottom of…
My Travels: Halfmoon Island before Full Moon and Deception on the Vavilov
Penguin Highways Penguins on snow highways. That was one of the photographs I wanted to capture, Today was the day. After three days at sea it was exciting to be doing an excursion again. This morning we would be landing on Halfmoon Island, with three big Chinstrap Penguin Colonies, and perhaps one or two Macaroni…
My Travels: Another Two Days in My Bunk
I started a course of antibiotics and took anti-inflammatories to control my fever. At least I was not nauseous. I just lay in my bunk alternately sweating in my shorts on top of the duvet then shivering under the duvet and two blankets with my thermal underwear on. I left my bunk on the morning…
My Travels: Poems and Delirium
I had not penned a poem for years but as I lay curled up in my bunk rocking from side to side, my mind light from the two-day fast and the drugs to try control the nausea, my thoughts floated away. I grasped these words out of nowhere when I realized how important it was…
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