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| The Pio XI Glacier |
Posh frocks and James Bond suit ready, we set off to Anderson’s for our evening perambulate and more to the point, an alcoholic beverage. Anderson’s reminds us of a sedate, rather stuffy Gentleman’s Club, so isn’t our first choice, but I wanted a specific drink which they don’t serve in the Glass House.
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| 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.
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| Glacier-spotting at 5:45am |
Last night we decided to opt out of the world and had omelettes and chips in the cabin. We didn’t even go out to the gaucho show, but stayed at home, reading. There comes a point when you just have to stop! Then it was off to bed because the Captain had notified us that Chilean glaciers would be visible on the starboard side (our side) from 6am. So alarms were set for 5:45am.
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