MONDAY JANUARY 28TH

FISHBALLERS, NO HOOPS I´M DYING: NO GOLF I´M REALLY DYING: I WAS ALMOST DEAD, BUT I FOUND OUT I COULD BRING BEER AND WINE ON BOARD. SO I´VE BEEN SAMPLING EACH COUNTRY, NOW REVIVED AND 30% OF TRIP COMPLETED THIS YOUNG JOCK HAS BEEN KICKING THESE OLD FARTS BUTTS. TRYING TO KEEP WEIGHT UNDER CONTROL WILL SEE IF I CAN MAKE IT BACK TO ARGENTINA AS WE DEPART FOR ANTARTICA TONIGHT.   FISH

WHILE TERRY WAS PLAYING GAMES THIS MORNING, I WAS ENJOYING THE BEAGLE CHANNEL WITH A FEW OTHER HEARTY SOULS ON DECK 13 OUTSIDE.  I MANAGED TO MEET WALTER, AN ARGENTINIAN IMMIGRATION INSPECTOR... YOU WILL SEE HIS SMILING FACE EVENTUALLY.

WHEN WE DOCKED IN USHUAIA, THE WIND WAS BLOWING SO HARD, THE SHIP HAD DIFFICULTY DOCKING.  THERE ARE NO TUGBOATS IN THIS PORT.  AFTER A HALF AN HOUR THROUGH THE CAPTAIN´S SKILL WE MANAGED TO DOCK... I CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR THE REAL COLD WIND AND WEATHER!  THE HIGHS AROUND HERE ARE IN THE 60´S AND THIS IS THE SUMMER.  WE ARE WEARING WINTER WEAR, AND THE LOCAL JUST JEANS AND LONG SLEEVES.  THIS IS THE SOUTHERN MOST CITY IN THE WORLD... THERE ARE SMALLER TOWNS AND VILLAGES.  IT IS AMAZING, ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE AT HOME, ARE HERE...

TALK TO YOU ALL IN A WEEK... I DID HEAR THAT 70% OF THE TIME WE CAN´T LAND IN THE FALKLANDS BECAUSE OF THE WEATHER...