So we made it back from Antarctica alive! No monster wave came and gobbled the ship up nor did I fall in some deep crevice at the top of a glacier. It wasn't easy at times being on the sailboat, we both got pretty seasick and sometimes we had to wake up in the middle of the night to do watches or steer the boat in the freezing cold but the payoff was huge. I experienced things I could only dream about and saw scenery and nature like I never have before. I felt like I was dreaming most of the time. And I promise to tell you all about it and share some photos too.
Posts tagged ‘Ushuaia’
So today we leave for Antarctica. Even though I'm typing these words and in a few hours we will board the sailboat that is waiting right here in the harbor in Ushuaia, it still feels totally unreal. Not sure when the reality will set in. Perhaps early tomorrow morning when we begin our passage over that notorious Drake passage? I'm sure! I hope to not be too sick to watch over Cape Horn as we see the two oceans of the Atlantic and Pacific converge in a (hopefully) peaceful meeting!
This has been a big week as far as preparations go for the trip. Things are starting to move around. Planning and talking is quickly being replaced by actions. Shapes are being taken where ideas once stood. We're on our way! Well, almost.
First, we were officially accepted as part of the crew on our voyage (yes, it most certainly will be a voyage, not just a trip) to Antarctica aboard the Bark EUROPA. Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale. We will join about forty other fools and a crew of twenty something (hopefully) capable people, floating down our merry way to quite possibly, our death. If it's fated that my time has come on this voyage, I hope to at least see Antarctica first and die on the way back. The EUROPA would certainly make an attractive (and extra fancy) coffin.
So here I sit, 3 years later after that initial meeting which would bring me here to this point in time. Planning the trip. Plans. The best laid plans....we all know the saying. Plans are the enemy of spontaneity, the keepers of your travel time and are undoubtedly just waiting to be changed by the all too common 'unforeseen circumstance'. It seems these circumstances just wait out in hiding, like the traffic cops ready to bust you when the clock turns 12:01. Not that I would know anything about that....
I visited Laurent in France in November. We spent 3 weeks talking about and planning our trip. That's also when this blog was conceived. After much going back and forth (and really, no fighting) everything was talked about calmly and rationally....hmmm...ok maybe a bit of irrationalism reared it's head. But in the end, we came up with a plan. We had to. We need a route. We are planning to volunteer and learn Spanish too, so we need to have an idea of where we are going. So we basically discussed the route we would take and a (very) rough timeline.