From the southern tip of South America it takes a bumpy two days to get to the northern tip of the Antarctic Peninsula. Two days of 3 to 10 meter seas.  Two days of water. Two days of incessant movement.

I marvel at the giant Albatrosses gliding on the breeze behind the boat, all the while looking so peaceful and weightless. I think about true sailors and wonder how they can do it. So much time on something so fickle would be enough to drive me mad.