Sunday, 1 February 2015 (Part V)
In the Ice — Ross Sea
Current Position: 71°12’ S / 170°20’ E
Back on the ship after our scenic flight from Cape Adare (post here), Mui and I stayed outdoors to continue enjoying the marvelous day on the Bridge Deck.

As our chopper returns to shore to give another batch of passengers
a thrill ride, we stop to take a “postcard” to remember this time and place.
The sun kept us warm; and Captain Ernesto entertained us by pushing through thick ice. Fellow-passengers came and went, but for the most part we had the deck to ourselves. It was quiet enough to hear the popcorn-crackling of the brash ice surrounding the ship. Could it be anymore perfect?
Tucked up against the ship, the gangway looks quite forlorn.
Unless there is a surprise landing tomorrow, it will be several days before
we have to put our footwear through the decontamination process again.
Air operations were to have ended and the choppers secured by 8:00p, but that didn’t happen. Some said it was because only two helicopters were shuttling passengers back to the ship; some said it was because a couple of passengers ashore had pulled a disappearing act to maximize their time on land. Whatever the reason, we didn’t really care except for the inconvenience the delay caused the hotel and galley staff as they had to keep postponing dinner, which was finally served at 8:30p.
The last chopper heads off to bring back the team that stayed behind to lock up the hut.
Shipmate Didier, with whom we have been enjoying many a meal on this voyage.
Reflection fun!
Chatting with Captain Ernesto about the pleasures of today.
After dinner, we were invited back up to the Bridge Deck to enjoy dessert — and a surprise. The latter turned out to be an ice cream social, with mulled wine to take the chill off. A lovely end to a fantastic day.
Even as the ice cream social was wrapping up, the ship was heading north. Time to leave this wondrous place behind. We stayed on deck for a while to enjoy the summer ice wonderland, but as time passed bit by bit — and the breeze picked up — the chill drove us inside and to our warm beds.
We shouldn’t be smiling; after all, we’re leaving the region. But how can we not
do so in the face of such wondrous scenery on such a beautiful day?
At this moment, I have no idea what we will be doing tomorrow, let alone in the days ahead. I do know that Don will try to take advantage of any opportunities that present themselves, but everything will depend on the ice that we have to get through to make our arrival date in Bluff on 10 February. Can’t worry about it … que sera sera … what will be will be.
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