07 Dec 2008
We’re moving pretty slowly. This low-pressure system has us in its grips and is throwing the Aleksey Maryshev around in huge waves, slowing our progress. It’s unlikely we’ll reach South Georgia before late afternoon tomorrow. As I’m typing this I’m trying hard not to fall off my chair, which keeps wanting to fly backwards.
This picture was taken from the 3rd deck, at least 8m high. The wave is higher.
Again we spent as much time as possible out on deck, but the air is definitely getting colder and we have to hide inside to get warm again quite frequently.
There’s no escaping the storm. It increases intensity as the day wears on.
Pierre and I are just starting to get the hang of the card game we’ve been taught by some of the other passengers. Though Pierre simply will never remember to change direction on a 7. We’re being challenged in ever newer ways.
Black-browed albatrosses remain undaunted and wheel over our heads in perfectly controlled movements.
Sea sickness anyone?
We’ve realised that a lot of the passengers are missing. They didn’t turn up to lunch. Ah - sea-sickness. How ghastly. Pierre and I skipped off to get seconds as there was so much extra food going to waste. We are the lucky ones!
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