Ladies and Gentlemen,
This morning, before boarding the Zodiacs for a tour of a fjord and its
crown jewel, the Garibaldi Glacier, we were told to don every piece of
warm and waterproof clothing we had in light of the inclement weather
(“if in doubt put it on”).
As soon as we took off, we got a pleasant surprise of frolicking dolphins
playing in the wake of our boats. Presumably, that was a bunch of
males strutting their stuff in order to impress a single female.
Luckily for us, we got to enjoy the show (better than Sea World).
On we went inside the fjord, the most beautiful fjord we had seen
throughout our journey. This was how I imagined a fjord to be –
twisting and turning rugged coastline with nooks and crannies, coves
and waterfalls. The mountains forming the fjord were morphed grey
granite with bright yellow splotches; the ones stuck in the back
peeked in from behind the lucky ones at the waterfront. Mama
glacier, Ms. Garibaldi, was spewing bergy bits (that’s the official
name) into the water in front. We sailed through the ice bath
(a bigger version of the ones we made in the lab to tame exothermic
reactions) toward the glacier. On one side of mama sat a baby
glacier, outshining mama, imho. Mama was making roaring and
growling noises, once in a while punctuated by bombastic explosions.
The best thing about the whole show was the light that changed about
50 times in the course of our 90-minute journey. We went from bright
daylight to dense fog and snow and everything in between. The clouds,
acting as natural shields, reflected, deflected, dimmed, dulled, and
brightened different parts of the fjord, creating an ever-changing
picture. We stayed in our stopped boat awhile, dwarfed by the majesty
of the nature above us.
On route back to our ship, we were accosted by a ship’s safety boat, which
staff served us a choice of champagne or hot alcohol drinks, followed by
chocolate-covered fresh fruit. Kenny said this last touch cemented
his dedication to Silversea cruises.
We are now sailing to Tierra del Fuego (don’t you love those names?
They are half of the fun!) The more south we go, the more spectacular
it gets. There is more daylight and more dramatic mountain ridges.
My story comes to an end here. Tomorrow, we disembark in Ushuaia;
take a domestic flight to Buenos Aires, and from there to New York via
Lima, Peru (hopefully, our next major destination). So I’ll be back
Saturday in flesh, blood, and all, or, at the very least, as a voice
on the phone. So until then, goodbye ye’ll and thank you for your