The highlight as always was the penguins. Toiling their way from high rookeries to the sea… sitting on nests…squabbling and braying at each other while trying to steal rocks and pebbles…ignoring us completely while we tried to stay out of their very well-defined penguin trails. Shouts of “Penguin coming through”…and we’d jump out of the way.
Umpteen hundreds of photos later, we were still taking penguin pictures. Just one more… So cute and irresistible that I kept on shooting. I don’t know how many hundreds and/or thousands of Gentoos were here but plentiful was an understatement. Fiona said it was a good thing that there was still ample snow and ice pack. The stench would be overwhelming in another month from all the penguin poop.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous Antarctica… but it was time for our last zodiac ride back to the ship….
…because tonight was a Russian Celebration dinner (in honor of our primarily Russian crew) with vodka, borscht …View image…wine…View image…
…and everyone was in great spirits (ha-ha) after this spectacular day.
