Monday. Spent the day in Ushuaia (oo shoo WYE yuh), Argentina. Started 100 years ago as a prison colony, now a ski resort and jumping-off place for Antarctica.

 

Sudden change of scene--it's now Wed., March 15, 10:00 AM eastern time. We're in another storm, winds 85 knots (97 MPH!), 35' waves. Hurricane winds start at 75! Captain requested all passengers remain in cabins, but nobody listened, including me. I'm in the cafeteria and it's crowded. Betty is getting ready for another lesson in an hour.

 

We're in the Pacific Ocean off the southeast coast of Chile (CHIL ee of Chil A, depending on which performer is talking). The captain said we'll be in the Magellan Straits and calmer waters in an hour.

 

Both of these blustery days have been at sea, which means we've had good weather for all our sightseeing in various ports.

 

Wireless transmission has not been good way down here at the tip of the continent, but I'll try sending this in the hopes you read it while the storm is high.

 

Max

 

Nope, can't reach the satellite. Will send later.

 

It's now Friday and transmissions are okay.

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