11.15am - Making Friends And Influencing People

Trip Start Nov 03, 2009
Trip End Dec 02, 2009

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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Thursday 12 November, on the way to South Georgia, 11.15am

Can't believe I’ve not written in so many days – they’ll take my blogging licence away. But quite honestly, I’ve been so bloody busy I’ve barely had time to sleep, never mind write. They run a pretty tight ship around here, no pun intended, and the days are action packed. Even if we don’t have excursions, we’ve got endless talks and things to keep us entertained. Frankly I’m a bit glad we’re at sea again because I get a day of chilling out – there’s just one photography talk this afternoon I want to go to and then it’ll probably be our usual shenanigans of getting trashed in the bar. In the past few days I’ve met more and more people, and now it’s beginning to settle down now into the ones I really like, the ones I am fine chatting to a little if they’re around, and the ones I just haven’t spoken to or haven’t met yet. Amazingly, I am yet to find someone I actively dislike, although Janet is getting more and more on my tits because she doesn’t half moan. She’s not in any way nasty, she’s just one of life’s complainers, and I think Anne is starting to get a bit hacked off with her too. The snoring probably doesn’t help.

Oh bugger, I just left my laptop here open with the above, because I was just nipping next door to say hi to Daphne and Andrea, but then I went to the loo and got distracted talking to Justin and Jane in the reception area and when I came back in, Janet was in here. Hope she didn’t read it. Don’t massively care if she did.

Carcass Island was amazing, my favourite place so far. The Zodiac pulled up on this beautiful white sandy beach (the beaches down here are phenomenal, it seems wrong somehow to be tramping down them in wellies and a parka instead of flip flops and a sarong), where a whole bunch of gentoo penguins were waddling about nearby, but we went off into the grassland first to see the burrows of the magellanics instead. We couldn’t really see any of the penguins, because they were all inside, but it was pretty cool. Then we went for a bit of a wander on the beach on the other side, where there were more penguins and other groovy stuff (including my old enemy, the oyster catcher – Jamie chastised me for continuing to believe they were orange-eyed denizens of hell based purely on one bad experience, but I’m sorry, IT WAS THE SIZE OF A CAT AND IT FLEW AT MY HEAD). Then we headed gradually back around to the landing beach, stopping off via another groovy penguin colony on the way. It was enjoyable enough just for the nature-y goodness, but the combination of fun banter with Jamie on the beach and a running commentary on the other passengers from Daphne that had me in stitches made it unforgettable. Her humour is identical to my own – half the time it’s not even what she’s saying (although that’s funny too), it’s the way she says it, in this completely deadpan way. She slays me. I keep remembering things like her calling the penguins gobshites for continually getting lost or describing a bloke with a white beard as Father Christmas (he was also wearing black wellies and red waterproofs) and bursting into giggles again, even when I’m on my own. She told a story about lying on some tussock grass to get a picture and one of the serious photographer types standing on the other side to bounce her off it, then climbing on top of it to get his own shot, completely ignoring her lying on the ground. Okay, it doesn’t sound that funny when I write it down, but trust me, I was crying with laughter at the time. We’ve also had a lot of banter about our little buddy Justin (along with Daphne and Andrea, he’s one of my best friends on the boat) being Lord Malkovich of the Manor, because he’s quite well off considering he’s only 28. And yes, his last name really is Malkovich. Only it’s spelt Malkiewicz, but that’s not so much fun. He is this charming, easygoing, friendly guy, who every now and again will come out with a comment so cutting and vicious that you can’t help but burst out laughing in shock. I really like him because his evilness is so well hidden. Not like mine, of course.
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Jane Shortridge on

Love this blog, Susan! It's so great to read about the trip from another perspective. xx

Janey Jane on

BTW, love the photo of Jamie on the beach. I might pinch that one... It's beautiful. Don't worry, I'm not movin' in on yer man, just love the shot.

suzloua on

Jane, come on, he's hardly my man. I might wish he was, but if wishes were pigs, bacon would always be on sale. So half-inch away, my love - you've got all my pics anyway, it's one of the ones that begins SANY (the Sanyo ones are excursions because I took my waterproof camera on excursions, the DSC ones are taken by my Sony indoors).

lou on

I LOVE your wishes analogy.
I would go with: if wishes were potatoes, there would always be mash!

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