I'm at my home away from home, on a ship in a faraway port. Ready to set sail for the white continent tomorrow. All the guests have arrived, they are getting to know each other in the deck house. Still a little unsettled, full of expectation. Some are keen to watch the birds, experience the wildlife, others are looking for the emptiness of the open sea, the landscapes and the light. Others are keen to sail on this ship, and in some ways go back in time. One doesn't know whether he is or isn't hoping for a big storm.
They will probably all get what they are hoping for, and more. The place is amazing, the birds are beautiful, the landscapes take your breath away. And they will get an overdose, because they get almost 24 hours a day of daylight. We will be in the south for the longest day, almost at our southernmost point. It is good to see so much expectation, and so much joy in all these faces.
Tomorrow we will start our voyage sailing on the Beagle Channel. The captain says it will rain, I am hoping he is wrong. Then on to the Drake, where the real sailors will come into their own. And then the stillness. I am looking forward to it all.
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