12/19/2022
The Drake Passage Redux
Drake Lake or Drake Shake?
Our Illustrious Expedition Crew
However, once Claudia explained the radar information and the decision to be on our way with the projections below, we were literally and metaphorically onboard and grateful immediately.
(Above and below) The purple and dark blue areas represent
46-69 MPH wind speeds, respectively.
We are just entering the Passage in the lower right corner.
A massive, more dangerous storm is approaching
our starboard side.
To avoid horrific seas, the expedition team and the captain adjusted the program,
told us to batten down the hatches,
and insert the long rods to prevent our drawers
from sliding inside our cabins.
Then we had to hightail it, entering the Passage,
hoping for the best.
Even then, we had two long days of rough seas.
Passengers exhausted their supplies of seasickness tablets, patches, and wristbands.
Attendance at meals dwindled.
Walking without falling was a challenge.
Glasses and dishes flew off serving trays.
Alcohol consumption severely decreased.
I couldn't sleep the first night, thinking of the woman on the Viking cruise who died while she slept during the rogue wave. Something above me was thumping so loudly that I thought it would crash through my ceiling, and I would experience the same outcome.
Lying in bed in a supine position with my eyes closed helped.
I admit I was concerned and worried and did not have the best time for about 24 hours. After drugs, some much-needed sleep, and a safe return to eating and drinking, things improved once we entered the Beagle Channel.
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