Heading for the Horn...

It is Monday morning and it is bitterly cold outside and it is a contradiction to watch the bright green mountains go sailing by. It's a little foggy and not a little bit desolate and we hear that we'll start passing shipwrecks shortly. We are weaving our way through the many islands in this part of the world, slowly working our way toward the southerly most point of land in the world. We are lucky to be able to go here today, because in past cruises, they've had to take another more protected route because the weather and rough seas make navigation impossible. We should arrive there at 5:30 this afternoon where there will be champagne and blankets on deck for the historic moment.

I guess space heaters are out of the question.