The next morning when I awoke, my first task of the day was to dash for the bathroom and puke my guts up. Welcome to the Drake Passage. After considerably more of the same, JT took pity on me, decided not to take a picture of me hanging on the the porclain throne for dear life, and called the ship's doctor. I shot of compazine in the butt and 6 hours of compazine induced sleep was all I needed - good as new!
During the night between 12/10 and 12/11 we crossed over the Antartic Convergence - the point at about 66 degrees south where the Pacific, Atlantic and South oceans all come together. There is an actual visible line in the water (although we didn't see it - it was dark and I was still in that compazine haze). The line never moves more than a few feet one way or the other - pretty amazing.
The good news is that my appetite is back. So, after breakfast JT & I head to the bridge to take a look at land and then head to the mud room. There is a treaty that requires all visitors to Antartica to decontaminate their belongings so as not to introduce a non-native species (even microscopic) to Antartica.
