Two days passed at sea, the Drake’s swell rocking and rolling our ship like a giant cradle. Thankfully, the waves maxed out at 5 meters (approximately 16 feet), which is about as mellow as it gets at this time of year. Mellow or not, it was clear we were no longer tucked away by the safe embrace of coastline. We were out there in the world, and we were loving it.
What’s your favorite mode of travel?