We ducked inside to the cozy glass-enclosed observation area, noses numb, for proper Antarctica “viewing” food at 6 a.m.; newly prepared tacky buns, hot cocoa, Mimosas, and Tomato juice and vodka. Resuscitated and recharged we made a beeline for Deck 12 for more ‘wows.’ This movement proceeded constant for two entire days. As we raised … Read more
Waking at 5 a.m., hauling back the shut down draperies, I wheezed at seeing my most memorable Antarctic ice sheet. A blue-toned mass, about the size of Macy’s structure in New York, drifted by inside yards of the boat and I detected the risk of an ocean make hitting one of these strong ice structures. … Read more
As we beat toward the tip of South America, the sun-doused warm days turned unmistakably colder. Every morning travelers looked bulkier with added layers of attire. Shearling fleece tosses supplanted the striped ocean side towels gracing the parlor seats on outside Deck 11. We sipped Bailey’s Irish Crème-laced café lattes while snuggled up in the … Read more
As we beat toward the tip of South America, the sun-doused warm days turned unmistakably colder. Every morning travelers looked bulkier with added layers of attire. Shearling fleece tosses supplanted the striped ocean side towels gracing the parlor seats on outside Deck 11. We sipped Bailey’s Irish Crème-laced café lattes while snuggled up in the … Read more
On November 13, 2015, 55-year-old English pioneer, Henry Worsley, set out on the west shoreline of Antarctica. He pulled his own sledge, stacked with his tent, skis and arrangements to keep him alive for the 950 mile, 75-day endeavor. The excursion required a frosty move of 10,000 feet up Wiyek Edge, crossing the South Pole, … Read more
Sénégal’s popular yassa ginaar is a dish made with chicken, caramelized onions and lemon juice, served over rice. It can be found on the menus of fancy downtown restaurants as well as street stalls. While yassa stands out, one more scrumptious feast to attempt is ceebu jen. It’s not elusive ceebu jen, as it is … Read more
I followed Daouda into the drug store room when he went to get her prescriptions. I let him know that I needed to cover the bill for Awa. He took a gander at me strangely, so I said once more, trusting my pronunciation would be better this time “I need to pay for it.” He … Read more
I pondered when he would carve out opportunity to return home, get a couple of long periods of lay on his froth bedding, and eat a couple of modest bunches of rice and fish ready by one of his spouses. At the point when we left that night, Fatou had opened her eyes a couple … Read more
The lady’s name was Fatou. She was seriously got dried out, and not answering. Daouda’s creativity dazzled me as he hung an I.V. up to the straw rooftop. As I helped him, he said, in what I trusted was a kidding tone, “Tomorrow you can do this without anyone else. I’ll just observe. Daouda kept … Read more
Dissimilar to their neighbors, they presently had a facility. At the point when intestinal sickness made its yearly journey across the country, they would have a spot to go for medication. It was possible to stitch up their children if they fell on the sharp rocks. They had somebody they could trust, one of their … Read more