The first chart showed the River Plate area. The next chart showed the entire route from Montevideo to South Georgia, and we inched across it day by day. Tonight’s chart was dominated by South Georgia and South America was nowhere to be seen. Excitement rises as Jordi repeated the official briefing for South Georgia yet again, and then outlines the plan for landings in the coming 
days, starting tomorrow afternoon. Plan A seems to be to take it day by day and hope the powers that be in Port Stanley are happy to concur. This seems to be plan B as well. Oh, and provided we can agree an official date for a government official to officially repeat the official briefing to us. Just in case we missed the mandatory briefing and mandatory DVD and mandatory reading and Jordi’s helpful refreshers. We are almost there. The Dog Watch should see the mountains in the dawn light, if not the moonlight. Except that tonight, nobody is seeing anything. The South Atlantic – 
indignant about these tourists who seem to take sunny days for granted – sent a timely reminder that this is not the Coral Sea. The drizzle sets in, and visibility plummets. Not a storm, just a 
lightish breeze and lightish rain. Down here that is enough to chill the bones – as is the realisation that the Antarctic still has plenty of levels of coldness and general unpleasantness in reserve should it feel the urge to demonstrate its power.