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Four lectures today: one on birds, one on photography, one on whales, and one on the "polar arts program". There is an artist-in-residence on board the ship.
The focus of the lectures is on South Georgia, as we arrive there on Tuesday.
The speakers are excellent and although I have plenty of things to occupy me I go to most of them.
The lectures are well-attended, even by passengers who have done the trip of one like it before (and there are many).
The lecture hall sways slowly (it is on Deck 7) and tests the resolve of those, like V, who are gamely fighting seasickness with wrist bands, magnets (!), and tablets.
I hear of a few people keeping to their bunks and one who has a nasty flu. I was rather afraid someone would bring a rotten cold on board and that the next few weeks would be spent passing it around, but the flu-stricken passenger stays out of sight.
Scattered through the lectures are an enormous breakfast, a four-course lunch (soup, salad buffet as you like, main, dessert, plus cheese if you wish), tea (cakes), five-course dinner (starter, soup, salad buffet as you like, main, dessert, chocolates if you wish, cheese if you wish, wine if you wish (included)).
V investigates the gym by the end of the day and reports that it is on Deck 3, that it contains a treadmill, a stair thing, and a bicycle, that the weights are grimy, and that it's freezing cold. A, a Londoner who has been on the KK (Kapitan Khlebnikov) before, remarks that it takes some sang-froid to use the gym as it is also usually full of Russian sailors observing one's exercising. The salt-water swimming pool is empty.
The day concludes with the Captain's Welcome Cocktail and Welcome Dinner — champagne, another large meal, and a lot of digestion of food and information follow.
- 52°20' S 51°50' W
- Course 100°; Speed 14.5 kts
- Air temperature 11°C; Water temperature 6°C
- Wind 14 kts Direction 270
- Weather: Fog, Visibility 1-3
- Distance covered past 24 hours: 227 nautical miles
Four lectures today: one on birds, one on photography, one on whales, and one on the "polar arts program". There is an artist-in-residence on board the ship.
The focus of the lectures is on South Georgia, as we arrive there on Tuesday.
The speakers are excellent and although I have plenty of things to occupy me I go to most of them.
The lectures are well-attended, even by passengers who have done the trip of one like it before (and there are many).
The lecture hall sways slowly (it is on Deck 7) and tests the resolve of those, like V, who are gamely fighting seasickness with wrist bands, magnets (!), and tablets.
I hear of a few people keeping to their bunks and one who has a nasty flu. I was rather afraid someone would bring a rotten cold on board and that the next few weeks would be spent passing it around, but the flu-stricken passenger stays out of sight.
Scattered through the lectures are an enormous breakfast, a four-course lunch (soup, salad buffet as you like, main, dessert, plus cheese if you wish), tea (cakes), five-course dinner (starter, soup, salad buffet as you like, main, dessert, chocolates if you wish, cheese if you wish, wine if you wish (included)).
V investigates the gym by the end of the day and reports that it is on Deck 3, that it contains a treadmill, a stair thing, and a bicycle, that the weights are grimy, and that it's freezing cold. A, a Londoner who has been on the KK (Kapitan Khlebnikov) before, remarks that it takes some sang-froid to use the gym as it is also usually full of Russian sailors observing one's exercising. The salt-water swimming pool is empty.
The day concludes with the Captain's Welcome Cocktail and Welcome Dinner — champagne, another large meal, and a lot of digestion of food and information follow.
