South of Iceland North West of Scotland

Day 4 at sea.
Wish we could stop in Iceland!

Just when routines start to settle in, the ocean reminds us who's in charge. Rising swells have made some jobs impossible, left some people feeling rough, and forced us all to adapt and pivot.
Never did I imagine I'd spend my days discussing ocean swells, wind patterns, and knots but it’s fascinating.

Yesterday was bittersweet. I missed Savannah's Master's graduation, which was hard, but we found a way to celebrate from afar. We made a hilarious video rewriting What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor? into What Do You Do With a Master's Graduate? One of the girls even crafted graduation caps from barf bags, while ties were fashioned from blue blankets. Resourcefulness at sea is next level!

This morning we managed to get some fresh air on deck. It felt a bit like a roller coaster, but the views were incredible. By this evening, though, we've been asked to stay away from the outside rails.

Sleeping is an adventure. The ship rolls unpredictably, tossing us in our beds and naps have become a regular part of the day. Sea sickness comes in many forms, and drowsiness is one of them.

One thing that never stops amusing me is watching everyone's sober but drunken looking hallway cruising.

Today's highlight was firing up the new onboard sauna, a welcome treat in the middle of the rolling seas.

The forecast for Thursday and Friday is looking more intense, with swells expected to reach at least 5 metres. Yikes.

Thankfully, our Fab Five are holding up well, although a bedtime dose of Gravol has become a fairly regular ritual.Okumaya devam et