The Drake Passage is the stuff of legends. Two days of rolling seas between the tip of South America and the Antarctic Peninsula. Our ship cut through 30-foot swells as the crew served seasickness tablets like candy. But by dawn of the second day, the ocean calmed — and we spotted our first iceberg. A glistening blue cathedral floating in the mist. This is when you realize: you’re no longer in the world you know.
The Drake Passage — Baptism by Water