On the Beaufort wind scale, we are now at 9 — 50 mph winds, huge waves, crockery flying, barf bags everywhere, Dramamine the drug of choice for sure. Generator still out, going 8 knots per hour, 140 nautical miles left to go before we reach the Beagle Channel. What an adventure! Yahoo!
The food onboard is great but who wants to eat it.
Our boat holds 100 passengers, most of whom are in their rooms, praying and turning green. But the crew is amazing, steady as rocks.
This trip has really taught me a lot about myself — that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. And I’m definitely going! To pray to the porcelein god!