Rainbows in a rougher sea.

2-4-10, at 11AM, heading south toward Stanley in the Falklands, at S 43 degrees 56.879 mins, and W 56 degrees, 27.594 mins. (Incidentally I have this great battery operated Garmin GPSmap 76CSx that I’ve been using to get our latitude and longitude – picking up as many as 11 satellites to fix our position). Out late at night dancing, as you can see in an earlier post, we rose to a ship rolling in the waves, creaking, persons looking off balance, and some looking a tad green. The waters are considered calm but one’s steps are uncertain as the deck becomes a sideways moving skateboard. At the top deck, the sea was rougher and the winds stronger. The waves, at about 4 feet in height, hit the ship on the starboard side (right side) forming foam and a mist. The mist caught the refracted morning sunlight and a rainbow formed, and, with the next wave, more foam and another rainbow, then another and another. The calming sound of the Atlantic, then a whoosh, an imbalanced moment, and these glorious rainbows sweep out before you, transfixing your attention so that you could hardly notice the back and forth swaying ship side. Some decks were closed, pools were emptied by the hand of the storm, and everybody walked a little more carefully. Holly and I tried out the tread mill. Now that was an experience. As the ship dipped you became light, almost floating, and then the ship came up again, and your legs pushed down against the force. There are rails on the walls all about the ship, and they are now being used. There is no protocol in the cabins but, trust me, walking one at a time is the best practice – although it’s more sporting if you are two and both trying to do anything at the same time. JPF