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<\/a><\/p>\nThe seas are moving, but the Drake\u2019s malevolence has given way to a gentler, rhythmic rolling.\u00a0 Steady ups and downs, like a seesaw of our youth or a bumpy country road, provide a means for the creak and groan of the ship.\u00a0 If it weren\u2019t real, if it weren\u2019t tactile, I\u2019d say it was all being done by Hollywood stage craft artists, the ship moving courtesy of some ill-tempered union guys, the push\/pull of metal and wood about the ship as it rides the ocean augmented by sound foley artists.<\/p>\n
I need to sort out how I\u2019m getting to and from my hotel tomorrow night.\u00a0 I\u2019m oddly perhaps most nervous about that.\u00a0 I just feel like something bad is going to happen \u2013 not in a \u201cI\u2019m going to get mugged and left for dead in Buenos Aires\u201d ominous way (it\u2019s all good, Mom!); rather just that a lot of little things are going to go awry.\u00a0 Counterfeit pesos, a wrong way turn, a problem hauling my over-stuffed luggage.\u00a0 More than anything, I\u2019m viewing the next phase of this journey, the long voyage home, as a relatively never-ending hurry up and wait.\u00a0 And I\u2019m really, really bad at hurry up and wait.\u00a0 I\u2019m much better at hurry-up and finish so it\u2019s on to the next agenda item.<\/p>\n
Part of my worry stems from hearing Meg describe the various moving targets she has to hit to get home to accept a ride back to her apartment.\u00a0 She said a friend offered to pick her up at the airport but then Meg rattled off what she had to do \u2013 boat to bus to airport to plane to Buenos Aires, bus to international terminal to a flight that stops in Miami for her to clear customs, followed by a flight to Boston and the hopes that her bags made it successfully all through there.\u00a0 She ultimately told her friend she\u2019d just email her and let her know how things were going and maybe just take a cab.<\/p>\n
It got me thinking about my routing \u2013 boat to bus to plane to Buenos Aires, some means to a 2 star hotel I paid USD$33 for a night, some way back to the airport for a 3:15 PM flight on Sunday, a 16.5 hour layover in Sao Paolo followed by a 9.5 hour flight back to Orlando.\u00a0 There I clear customs and immigration and hope to get my bags.\u00a0 IF all goes smoothly, I\u2019ll get home around 8:30 PM on Monday night.\u00a0 So that means I\u2019m currently about 84 hours from unpacking my bags and doing laundry.\u00a0 Yeesh, I shouldn\u2019t have done the math.<\/p>\n
But first of course I need to pack up my stuff here on the Ioffe.\u00a0 I\u2019m amazed at how spread out things can get in such a tiny ship cabin.<\/p>\n
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Kevin\u2019s Log \u2013 Supplemental \u2013 12:32 PM<\/p>\n
The accounts have been settled.\u00a0 Meg insisted she owed me money from a dinner or two and that I had overpaid at some stage on the Marathon Tour deposits.\u00a0 I ultimately lost that argument.\u00a0 Amongst the sundry expenses (new fleece, kayaking, a postcard mailed from Antarctica to Mom), the final tally was 7 Diet Cokes at $1.50 apiece.\u00a0 My head aches though and I\u2019m struggling so today I\u2019m paying cash for cans \u2013 three so far, albeit to ease the need for coins, they\u2019ve cut the price by 33% to a buck a pop.<\/p>\n
To pass the time, the OneOcean team showed a video entitled \u201cRounding Cape Horn.\u201d\u00a0 Originally shot by a sailor in 1929 on a thrice-stormed voyage around Cape Horn, years later somebody tracked the man down and had him narrate his film in 1980.\u00a0 To come back to a thing 60 years later and relate stories and commentary \u2013 what a thing.\u00a0 The footage was fun but the idea of revisiting one\u2019s past like that \u2013 it struck a chord with me.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m always a little melancholy at the end of a trip \u2013 regrets over things left undone or unsaid, the bursting of the \u201cI\u2019m on an adventure\u201d bubble that enables one to ignore the obligations in real life.\u00a0 I\u2019ve sprung the proverbial leak sooner than I might have thought, with the weighty waters of reality rising in my bubble.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve packed my bags as much as possible, leaving out toiletries and a change of clothes for the morning.\u00a0 I\u2019ve pulled out my hotel reservation and double checked my flight times.\u00a0 And I\u2019ve retrieved my passport \u2013 complete with an Antarctica stamp from Bellingshausen Station.<\/p>\n
One wakeup to go and I\u2019ll be back to DryLand.\u00a0 It\u2019s both time and yet not time for the trip to end.\u00a0 But I do so desperately need to get outside and run, both for my mental and physical health.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Runner\u2019s Log \u2013 Supplemental \u2013 2:18 PM<\/p>\n They just announced at lunch the results of the \u201cHow Far Have We Run?\u201d contest.\u00a0 Of the 127 people onboard, 86 reported having run at least one marathon.<\/p>\n The tally wound up being 2009 marathons, with an average therefore of just about 23 marathons per runner (not passenger, but runner).<\/p>\n The top five totals were:<\/p>\n Charles Rea with 100 marathons.<\/p>\n David Ingram with 103 marathons.<\/p>\n Janos Kis with 104 marathons.<\/p>\n John Rollingson with 125 marathons.<\/p>\n And then me.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n