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| We don our jackets even within SFO, airport in the land of Winter-Winter. |
Once in Buenos Aires, Argentina, whose climate is the reverse of Northern Hemisphere weather, the jackets came off, and a smile crept on. |
Ushuaia, the "Southernmost City of the World" and our last port before Antarctica. |
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| My new hat's a little, uh, heavy and unportable. |
Our ship is the one behind the big one. |
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| That's our boat! |
M/V Professor Multanovskiy |
A shot just as we entered the Drake Passage, which I began to know as the "Dreaked Drake." For me, the swells weren't swell. |
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| Sooty Shearwater roam the Drake Passage, which I glimpsed during a breath of fresh air for my sea-sickness. |
With our ice-strengthened hull, the captain could take us through ice floes up to 3 m thick. |
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| One of our first tastes of land and glimpses of the packed penguin rookeries. |
Another glimpse at the fowl density, which was anything but foul. |