Strong winds, plate tectonics, forensics, black smoke and more glaciers

The Amalia Glacier

We were late back from our trip yesterday evening, so we were all behind hand with getting ready for dinner. We missed the Beatles tribute band at prinks then after dinner couldn’t be bothered for another theatrical extravaganza. The wine had seemed stronger than usual and so we bedded down - actually I fell asleep while reading - and the ship bounced through the open waters of the Pacific. 

Heavy seas, grey water and a challenging hike

Touching the foot of the statue on Hernando Magellan's memorial

I started my blog session from my bed of pain. I’d been holding it together, though it was touch and go. I stoically gathered together last night’s attire in readiness to go to the restaurant. I’d already declared to Nick that he’d be drinking on his own. As we started coming out of the fjords and heading briefly back into the sea, a force 8 made movement around the ship pretty tricky. I then started returning to my original whiter shade of pale. Ooohhhh sounds like a great name for a song! Spray was flying past our balcony and we’re on deck 10.