Playing in the Snow

When we first arrived in Antarctica, the ship announced that there'd be the equivalent of a Polar Bear swim, a Penguin Swim, I guess.  Melissa, of course, was determined to do this.  I'm still shaking off the last of my cold, so decided I'd take pictures instead.  We assumed that the water in the outdoor pool would be actual Antarctic water, but steam rose from its surface, and it was quite warm.  I guess no one wanted the shock to anyone's body to be too great.  It was cold out on deck, though, although not very cold for us tough Canadians.

Melissa enjoyed her swim so much that she decided to do it again, and the day it snowed was perfect.  Some friends decided to join her.

In the above picture you can see how much the ship was rolling.  At one point there was what we all thought was a rogue wave, one much bigger than the rest, because a good proportion of the pools water ended up on deck.  The Captain came on the loudspeaker, though, to tell us he'd had to make a sudden turn to avoid an iceberg.  Visibility at this point was almost nil, due to heavy fog.  I noticed after that, the ship slowed down.

 

Ah, my maternal heart swells to show you this image of my little snow angel.