Now I understand when I read the announcement of Ernest Shackleton, a century ago, and without all the modernisms we have now ... "Men are looking for a dangerous journey. Low salary. Extreme cold. Long months of complete darkness. Constant danger. It is not sure come back alive. " The Drake Pass represents the most stormy waters in the world, allowing the free movement of the Antarctic circumpolar current that carries a huge volume of water (around 600 times the flow of the Amazon River).
I can't keep writing ...
Friday, December 4
18.31, in the Drake Pass.
At 64º 47 'W, 57º 65' S
There are strong southwest winds of force 7, and the morning has been horrible. Hideous I have vomited 2 times. Three quarters of travelers are the same. Josep, Angela and Manel are still saved. In the morning I went down to breakfast and I was not able, I had to get into the cabin. The food I have not even tried. Josep and Angela have brought me an apple and Manel some cookies.
Now, as I write, I feel a little better, but I have a considerable dizziness and irresistible desire to vomit.
It looks like a ghost ship drifting. You only find some people lying in some corners of the bar (shattered), hospital or cafeteria. There is no one on the bridge. Everybody is trying to survive As good as it can. I'm still dizzy. I can't put myself in any position other than horizontal to overcome it. It is awful. The worst of the trip and any trip you made.
Friday, December 4
21.52, in the middle of nowhere. Drake step.
At 64º 19 'W, 58º 03' S
I am much better. I went with the "Tuareg" to the bar and I had some cookies and some sopistant ones. We have been chatting. I no longer have cold sweats or arcade sensations but I'm still dizzy.
We travel at 10 knots, and we haven't done half the way yet. We take advantage to go out for a while. They just opened the door. The ship still looks like a ghost ship, there is no one, but it seems that there is not so much swell. The icy breeze is great for me.
It's amazing, beautiful, see how albatrosses and petrels They fly in packs around us. They don't swing the wings, they just float. Days can pass without posing land. It is a wonderful image to see them on both sides around us here, in the middle of nowhere.
And we are ... in the middle of nowhere! Looking back is almost scary. In the middle of an ocean whose closest place is 1 day away. Now I really feel, for the first time, that this is not an adventure anymore. This will mark my life. There will be a before and after. It is difficult to narrate it with words, but seeing each other, in the middle of the most dangerous seas in the world, makes me feel ... different.
I will try to get some sleep. Manel accompanies me.
Isaac, from the Drake Pass, on his way to Antarctica