The most amazing panorama under the clearest blue sky and crisp air greeted us unexpectedly after two days and three nights on the most turbulent passage ever experienced.
No amount of hearsay or time spent watching documentaries had prepared me for the splendour that surrounded me. Intense emotions infused me and intensified day after day. As I sat on top of a hill trying to absorb this three dimensional vista, or zoomed into the deep blue sea on the zodiac, or cruised gingerly among icebergs and ice floes, I thought the two full days and three full nights of absolute misery while crossing the Drake Passage were totally worthwhile. Why oh why have I seen only billowing snow or dark, foreboding sky in those documentaries? With those images imprinted in my mind, I thought snow storms were constantly present in Antarctica. Because of this perception, I had no expectation from this epic journey that I had dreamed of all my life other than seeing penguins in their natural habitat.