Like the Jeffersons, we are now “movin’ on up.” The previous post ended abruptly because just as Ed was typing it, a huge—and I mean MONSTROUS—wave hit the window and balcony door. Not just white water (which is wind blown ocean water) but pure blue ocean water in one huge wave. It hit the window so hard that I feared for it breaking, which would have been a much bigger issue than just a flooded cabin. I didn’t even hesitate, walking directly to reception and requesting a cabin change. They could have not been more accommodating, handling everything in a couple of minutes and arranging to have most of our stuff moved to the new room. We are still mid ship but 3 decks higher—not our first choice if we had one (we didn’t) but at least high and dry and with no fear of wearing window shards and freezing Drake Passage water in the middle of the night.
Had a mandatory IAATO (International Association of Antarctic Tour Operators) briefing letting us know exactly what is (and more importantly, is not) allowed when we are on the ice. Later had the first of our naturalist lectures, an overview of the history, geography and wildlife of the Antarctic region.
Cathy is still feeling the mal de mer effects but being a trooper about it but we will be dining en suite tonite (well, Ed will). It’s the first formal night anyhow so not unhappy about missing that. There is a casual restaurant about 20 steps from the new cabin but it is not open due to the weather situation.
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