Day 6 · December 25, 2027 · The South Atlantic
On Christmas morning you will look out the window and see water in every direction. That is the whole view, all day.
There is no port today. No excursion, no bus, no meeting time.
You are somewhere off the coast of Patagonia, still running south.
A day with nothing scheduled
The dining rooms serve a Christmas dinner. Music runs in the public rooms through the afternoon. The rest of the day is yours.
Argentina does the same thing, as it happens. Families there spend everything on Christmas Eve, and December 25 is the slow day. Leftovers, the beach, a long afternoon.
Onboard with Taylor
Join Taylor for informative and invigorating learning and discussion about the geology, geography, history, and peoples of the areas we’re sailing through.
The light is getting longer
You crossed into the far south of the world four days ago, and the days keep stretching.
Sunset comes later than it did yesterday. Tomorrow it comes later still. By the time you reach the Antarctic Peninsula, the sky will barely go dark at all.
Closer to the ice than to home
The ship has come more than a thousand miles south of Buenos Aires. Punta Arenas is one day out. The Drake Passage is three.
Next stop: Punta Arenas, Chile
Chile. The Strait of Magellan, a town built for the wool trade, and the port that Shackleton’s rescue ship sailed from.
