- Published: Friday, 15 October 2010 13:30
- Written by Sharon Spence Lieb
By Sharon Spence Lieb
Drake Passage, off the coast of Argentina—"Ladies and gentlemen," Captain Oliver announces, " there will be no Welcome Party tonight. My apologies for the rough seas. We will reschedule when everyone feels better." Our ship has left Ushuaia Argentina, nicknamed "End of the World" for good reason. We'd hoped to celebrate our first night enroute to Antarctica. But the Drake Passage has other plans. High winds and forty-foot waves force us into our cabins. Our dinner: bonine, dramamine, and scopolamine. As our ship pitches and rolls like a bathtub toy, we fall into bed. In the empty dining room, china crashes to the floor.