At Sea Toward the Falkland Islands, Thursday, 6 March 2025

 The overnight in the igloo was disappointing. The stormy seas made the top deck a place of constant tossing with screaming winds, although the interior stayed warm. We got little sleep, and going to the bathroom in the dark to the wellness center was more than scary with the rain and wind and trying to hold on to something on the deck. Around 5:30am we began to pass the other large iceberg whihc had run aground near South Georgia, A23A. It was so big that it took about two hours to go by, and there were large numbers of petrels and albatross near two of the caves. We left the igloo about 7:00am, exhausted - I’m not sure why we stayed the whole night - and went to breakfast. The ship was tossing and turning and creaking, lots of folks were clearly unsettled. A morning lecture on the geology of the area was interesting, and we came back to the cabin to cleanup and I finished the Humboldt biography which was excellent. After lunch, we both crashed and slept for three hours. Late afternoon we were upstairs for Swedish pancakes (like tiny French crepes) and some talks on the birds of Antarctica and meeting up with the Aussie group. We had a delicious dinner (monkfish) and then I headed into my Fairyland board meeting, glad that the GoogleMeet worked. Past midnight headed to bed.