Our astonishing run of good luck held as we re-crossed a relatively calm Drake Passage. It always seemed to become roughest at mealtimes. We became experts at judging the swell so that we could catch our glasses. I don’t know how the waitress served us in a tight skirt and heels though. These days were spent attending lectures, birdwatching, catching up on some much needed sleep, chatting and reliving our experiences and looking back at photos marvelling at the sights we had been fortunate to see. As we had been kept extremely busy during our time on the Antarctic Peninsula, it was only now that we had time to reflect. The staff presented us with a typed account of our expedition complete with photos, a map of our exact route with the landings outlined as well as an individualised certificate detailing the exact location where we had made our first continental landing. We sailed as close as we could to the notorious Cape Horn while still remaining in international waters. Unfortunately, the visibility was nowhere near the requisite 12 miles. However, we did get to see some great swells (as usual just at dinnertime) as the islands south of Tierra del Fuego came into view.