Friday, December 31, 2010

A COCOON OF FOG

We are sailing in a sea of fog. Almost no wind, maybe 6-8 knots, no
whitcaps, 2 metre swell and visibility fuck all. But bright. And not all
that cold. Cheshirer Cat would be quite at home. Well maybe not the
temperature.

We've had lectures on explorers but slept through oceanography and birds.
There are lots of bird books on board and all the staff seem to know lots
about everything so we are no danger of lack of information.

Our cabin is spacious (in the lounge room although the bedroom is a little
squeezy) and very comfortable. It seems to have been decorated by Samoan
interior designers with the same strip of fabric around the walls. Very
pretty.

We expect to start seeing icebergs some time today, if the fog lifts, and
will have a trip ashore this evening after dinner. There's plenty of food
and its very nice and fresh.

I have been banned fromn the outside decks unless someone sees me or is with
me. Helen is terrified I am going to fall overboard and no-one will notice.

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