We can see Cape Horn now, and should have had some good views from the bow but between the fog and the distance, it wasn’t very exciting.
Afternoon held more lectures, Dutch’s trip recap and a tour of the bowels of the boat. Both were fun and interesting. At 6pm the Drunken Swimming Runtbucket Brigade took a very cute group shot on the bow of the ship.
Duncan (the Peregine staff bartender) joined us, which was pretty cool. Then I headed back to the cabin to pack which was good because once the party started it didn’t stop until crash time. So despite theories to the contrary, Dad and I successfully packed in our teeny cabin at the same time without wanting to kill each other. (Well, I should speak for myself. I didn’t ever want to kill him!) We didn’t even run into each other much. We went to call mom on the satellite phone and had a nice little chat. I went back to the cabin to finish packing then 7pm all dressed and pretty we headed down to the captains dinner. We kicked it off and a bunch of toasts to the crew, the staff and to us! The captain got up and in his very thick Russian accent, toasted us and all the fun we’d had.
Then to a delicious sirloin dinner. The wine started then. After dinner, there were tons of pictures taken and we all retired to the bar for a last night of Ioffe hilarity, that fortunately didn’t end in the plunge pool! We were drinking and laughing and singing at the top of our lungs! Will and Mike were dancing on the banquettes, the Peregrine staff were all there and seemed to be having a good time. Lots of hugging and laughing and finally it was time for bed.
Check out this link for fun crazy pictures from the bar that night.
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