Lines off 6.30pm in Ushuaia on Monday. Alive again at 9am on Wednesday. What had happened in between?
A wonderful panorama of Ushuaia and the Beagle Channel when upon departure made us all very happy, as well as J´s fantastic Welcome Dinner, a dream.
After that we peacefully went to sleep, and around midnight the ups and downs of bow and aft, the rolling, started, up to Beaufort 9 and an angle of 40 degrees. The details of the first hours I am not going to publish here, but I can say: neon yellow.
After 12 hours the crawling over to the toilet stopped but strict horizontal was necessary to keep as well as possible. Never have I been sailing with such movements, but then never on such a small ship either. Weather improvement was announced, but instead waves bumped into contrary winds and it went on for another night. Humans are for sure not made for laying in beds, my back hurt so much in the end. But a no time did I want to jump over board or die, though I still think I was pretty seasick.
Now the reward is bright blue sky, mountains as white as if the snow was from last night and not from hundreds of years ago. Mainland to our left, and Braband Island to our right, we are on our way North to South with our first destination probably Cuverville Island and its Gentoo Penguins.
