01.03.2012 - 01.03.2012 6 °C
Today I am nursing what can only be described as the hangover from hell...we haven’t even left Ushuaia yet and already the room is spinning! It’s totally my own fault though...following almost 2 months of being virtually on the dry and on the verge of rejoining the pioneer movement, which is quite an accomplishment for an Irishman, I decided to indulge in a few farewell libations as we bid farewell to the Chilean crew and ‘Gus’ our trusty Dragoman overlander truck. Those celebrations I’m sorry to say, lasted well into the early hours of this morning and were particularly messy....once again I’d managed to find an Irish bar (The Dublin) but which surprisingly enough didn’t serve any Guinness. Following numerous attempts to sneak the R2D2 prop out the door in a somewhat futile attempt to wheel myself home I had to admit defeat and was eventually guided back to my bed by the last standing responsible adult, Russell.
Now you might be wondering why we haven’t left Ushuaia yet...we are! Following our embarkation earlier this afternoon on to the M/V Clipper Adventurer we were gathered forward in the main assembly area by the expedition leader for a ‘chat’. Sounds ominous I know, but based on experience when someone wants to have a chat with me it’s normally not good news...either we’ve run out of red pens in the audit stationary cup-board or Leigh’s managed to tape over one of my rugby games. And so began the discussion about how the unit (being the boat) was only as strong as the weakest part which in this case was a small 5” plastic rod - which had fractured resulting in a loss of hydraulic pressure to the left rudder. Kind of ironic how a small 40gm piece of plastic can cripple a 5,000 tonne vessel but there you go! Anyway with a spare en route from Buenos Aires we would now be departing some 24 hours later than envisaged.....fortunately for him the mutiny was quelled when the Captain wheeled out a cocktail or two....naturally enough Leigh led the way!
Apparently there’s no such thing as a stupid question according to our expedition leader...well that was until the guy in the strange cowboy boats proceeded to ask her just how good the mobile phone reception was in Antarctica...this was then duly followed up by his son who enquired about ‘wifi’ in the zodiac boats...as the leader stood dumfounded Leigh and I quietly moved seats convinced that they would shortly be the first to receive a ‘Darwin’ award for stupidity.