At this very moment, we are passing by some of the most dramatic scenery I have ever seen. Jeri and I are virtually hanging by our toes off the starboard balcony watching huge chunks of ice slide by surrounded by bright green lichen covered mountains bounded by light blue glacial ice mounds. The 'day-mares' we both have involve falling off the boat into the freezing waters of both the Atlantic and Pacific and are fearful of having to cling to a jagged ice cube for dear life. We are moving full steam ahead toward two huge glaciers with a sense of glee mixed with imminent doom. We are told by Jan (or 'Julie' as we call her, our resident cruise director) that this is one of the few places in the world that have both solid ice forms and flourishing neon green foilage. Some mountains are covered with blue ice and some appear to be covered with a lush carpet of putting green. It looks, probably wrongly, very soft and velvety.
Apparently, a small boat will go out just shortly, with several waiters and several crew who will hack off a huge chunk of said glacier and bring it up into the bar, where it will be displayed on the grand piano. We will be given a) an ice pick and b) a Pisco Sour to put it in.
It's cracking up to be a superlative evening.
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