Good times
Sketchy waters in the zodiac
#7 - Antarctica
Liam - BOOM!!!
Land Ho!
It's all good!!Sunday, March 6th
I have to recap the activity last night - our final night on the boat before going into Sunday. The first thing that happened was some of the people talked the Quark crew into doing the Polar Plunge in the Beagle Channel. The water wouldn't have icebergs in it -- but it will still be very cold.
The Quark staff had a bet with all of us. If we could get a 50 percent participation rate, they would get 50% of their staff to do the plunge as well. Because we were a boat filled with competitive people, you can only guess as to what occurred. We had more than the necessary amount - AND - the entire Quark staff did the plunge. It was awesome! They made us put on a safety belt that was attached to a rope. We stepped down off the stern of the boat into a zodiac. They had a towel on one of the sides of the zodiac to prevent us from slipping. We all lined up 1 by 1 and jumped into the frigid waters of the South Sea. I did it. Strange feeling when you first enter the water and can't catch your breath. Once we completed it, they gave us a vodka shot. Music was playing, spirits were high. This set the pace for the rest of the night.
After the little swim in the Beagle Channel, we had our final dinner. We've become really good friends with a number of people. Specifically, Kurt, Liam, Greg, and myself have been sharing a dinner table with Alexis, Cindy, Diane, and Mike. Our waiter was the same guy every night - Celito. He was awesome. By the end of the trip, he knew our menu choices. The final night when we came down for dinner, there was a RESERVED sign on our table. Celito had made the sign and wouldn't allow anyone else to sit there but us. GREAT STUFF.
After dinner, we hit the bar and ended up staying into the early morning hours. Perhaps wine and drinks, 5 hours post seasickness patch, is not the best formula for success. Live and learn.
Sunday started with a very early wake-up call. We had to have our checked bags outside our rooms by 6:30am. We then had to quickly get all our gear packed up and ready for an 8am disembarkment. We took a bus over to the domestic terminal in Ushuaia. We had an 11:55am flight to Buenos Aires - arriving at 4pm. No issues.
On arrival into Buenos Aires, the group largely separated and went on their own. A few good-byes --- but mostly unceremonial for as much time as we spent with one another. We stayed together with our dinner table and went to McDonalds. We all had different flights, with Kurt's flight leaving first at 9:35pm. We hung around and all departed for our respective cities between 9-11pm.
Sunday ended for me aboard a United jet headed for Dulles airport in Washington DC.
I have to recap the activity last night - our final night on the boat before going into Sunday. The first thing that happened was some of the people talked the Quark crew into doing the Polar Plunge in the Beagle Channel. The water wouldn't have icebergs in it -- but it will still be very cold.
The Quark staff had a bet with all of us. If we could get a 50 percent participation rate, they would get 50% of their staff to do the plunge as well. Because we were a boat filled with competitive people, you can only guess as to what occurred. We had more than the necessary amount - AND - the entire Quark staff did the plunge. It was awesome! They made us put on a safety belt that was attached to a rope. We stepped down off the stern of the boat into a zodiac. They had a towel on one of the sides of the zodiac to prevent us from slipping. We all lined up 1 by 1 and jumped into the frigid waters of the South Sea. I did it. Strange feeling when you first enter the water and can't catch your breath. Once we completed it, they gave us a vodka shot. Music was playing, spirits were high. This set the pace for the rest of the night.
After the little swim in the Beagle Channel, we had our final dinner. We've become really good friends with a number of people. Specifically, Kurt, Liam, Greg, and myself have been sharing a dinner table with Alexis, Cindy, Diane, and Mike. Our waiter was the same guy every night - Celito. He was awesome. By the end of the trip, he knew our menu choices. The final night when we came down for dinner, there was a RESERVED sign on our table. Celito had made the sign and wouldn't allow anyone else to sit there but us. GREAT STUFF.
After dinner, we hit the bar and ended up staying into the early morning hours. Perhaps wine and drinks, 5 hours post seasickness patch, is not the best formula for success. Live and learn.
Sunday started with a very early wake-up call. We had to have our checked bags outside our rooms by 6:30am. We then had to quickly get all our gear packed up and ready for an 8am disembarkment. We took a bus over to the domestic terminal in Ushuaia. We had an 11:55am flight to Buenos Aires - arriving at 4pm. No issues.
On arrival into Buenos Aires, the group largely separated and went on their own. A few good-byes --- but mostly unceremonial for as much time as we spent with one another. We stayed together with our dinner table and went to McDonalds. We all had different flights, with Kurt's flight leaving first at 9:35pm. We hung around and all departed for our respective cities between 9-11pm.
Sunday ended for me aboard a United jet headed for Dulles airport in Washington DC.
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