I’m on the ship! It’s great. Big ports, big boats, black oil on your
hands, real people, really real people, gritty town, hot weather, bumpy
seas. It’s real and it’s great.
Bought four cheap watches in Cambridge before leaving: two analogue, two digital.
Daft really; didn’t stop to think that the analogue will be only half helpful
where we’re headed. Two am or pm? Does it matter? There’s still night and day
here though… not even as far south as Britain is north. I have a cabin with
a porthole (that even opens) and our own shower and loo. Height of luxury.
Twenty-one of us travelled from Heathrow to Montevideo and we only managed
to lose two bags and a passport along the way. No-one went AWOL in Monte despite
the local attractions and we’re due to pick up another 10 or 20 in the Falklands.
This is on top of the crew who number about 20 as well I guess.
The men are fantastic,- really nice. Mandy (personnel), Penny (dentist), Jo
(senior scientist) and myself are the women aboard so far but that’s going to
increase too so it’s not as biased as people imagine. And I’ve seen albatrosses
(black browed), dolphins (or porpoises?), penguins and petrels already. Sunburn
and seasickness allowing, I could stand on that bow forever. Over.
PS: The Shackleton’s website
is updated weekly… with pictures! You can also email
me (make sure the subject line says ‘personal’) or leave a comment below.
As for books, I’ve been drawn to two that aren’t read-alongs, I’m afraid. Stupidly
left Magnus Mills’ latest
on the plane but will hopefully get a replacement soon so that’s the one to
start with. Unless you can get your hands on the latest by Dave Eggers. Hope
you’re all okay.