That afternoon was our last in the Antarctic region. We went over to Livingston Island's Hannah Point and landed right at the base of a penguin colony.
This colony was chinstrap and gentoo penguins
Alain walked us on the trail through the colony, answering questions. When you're in the middle of it, the smell is really pretty foul. Not much worse than (say) a state fair, but a different kind of bad. Bad enough some people were really having trouble with it.
It was lunchtime for the chick
It's not that the parents regurgitate the food on their own. The chick will stand there kind of irritating the bottom of the parent's throat with its beak, which triggers the reaction.
In other words, the kids bother them until they puke.
Unfortunately, the weather degraded from Whaler's Bay, turning into a rain/sleet/snow mix. We went through the colony and down the beach, to see some elephant seals.
But they just kind of laid there, and I wasn't in the mood to stand out in the weather much more.
Someone had laid out the skeleton of a Minke whale
and another expedition leader was showing some fossils, but I just wanted to get back to the ship by that point, so just kind of checked them out rather than spending time at those sites.
On the zodiac ride back over, Bob (someone I'd met during the trip) was telling how he nearly got robbed in BA. We'd heard to be careful the first night, apparently it's common enough for word to get around.
Somebody will either spray you with some liquid and blame it on a bird, or 'accidentally' spill coffee/soda/whatever on you. While they've got you distracted 'helping' you, they'll try to lift your wallet or whatever.
In Bob's case, he said he got a good feel-up from the woman, but she tricked him into setting his camera down for a second. As soon as he did so, he realized what was up, and was able to run down her accomplice who'd taken it and was getting into a cab. Bob said he pounded on the roof of the cab. The driver (apparently not in on it) didn't take off, and Bob was able to get his camera back from the thief.
Someone else on the zodiac said they had a similar experience, but just pushed on through the perpetrators.
Anyway, it was this evening I started feeling pretty bad. We took off; it takes two days to sail back across to Ushuaia, so the second day, I just kind of wandered the boat, go back to the cabin and lay down a bit, etc.
The crossing was a little rougher northbound, but it wasn't seasick, it was congestion, like a cold. I tried to capture an example of the waves.
On the afternoon/evening of the second day, we got close to port, and had more clear weather to see the Andes.
Was able to get off the boat and into town a little, but it was cool and windy, and I still wasn't feeling good, so didn't do much.
The next morning, we got up and on buses over to the airport, checked in, flew up to BA. Fortunately, I was alone in the middle of the plane, so was able to lay down and get a little sleep.
As most people's flights weren't til that evening (we arrived about 1 PM I think), they took us to lunch.
Unfortunately for me, I was going downhill fast. After a nice steak lunch, they had some different group than the first night come out and give us another exhibition of a different dance style, but I couldn't focus enough to remember their description. I do remember enjoying it.
Back to the airport, get checked in, I'm getting worse and worse. We get on the plane, I take some Nyquil caplets with dinner and at least get some rest, although I still felt like crap.
Roll into Houston about 4:50 AM. Apparently Houston doesn't open til 5, so we sat on the plane a few minutes. I have Global Entry, so breezed through customs and immigration.
I've learned on my travels to take a break when on a long return, instead of being on a plane for 30 straight hours (or whatever). I'd just been in BA, so I had a break of a few days planned for Houston.
Get out to the public area, can't find my car reservation. No problem, fired up the laptop and connected to their (quite good) wifi. Hmm, can't find anything in email.
Fortunately, Houston's one of those airports where the rental cars places are all together a short bus ride away. So I wander out there, checking with each agency, "Do you have a reservation for me?" At this point, it's probably 6:30 AM or so, so almost nobody's around except the rental car people.
Apparently I'd screwed that up somehow, and didn't make one. Luckily, one of the agencies had a cheap Hyundai Accent or some such they could let me have for the duration. (I didn't think they even made cars w/o cruise control for the US market any more).
OK, next time, just a few things from my days in Texas to wrap up this trip.
Last edited by Bluegrassplayer; 06-11-2019 at 02:36 AM.