Frank and Robyn in the footsteps of Shackleton

 This morning we zap around Fournier bay and get intimate with many icebergs-they come in all shapes and sizes. Of course there is also the odd whale around waiting to destroy our boat. Lunch is ample. I sneak a look into the hold of the boat It is French after all In the arvo we are off to the aptly named Neko Harbour for a stroll among the penguanos

 Today we are dropped off somewhere unpronounceable and we hike up a steepish trail ever wary of killer penguins. We are told if they sense danger they will attack en masse and leave no survivors. I fully expect to become  part of the rich life cycle on the antarctic penisula. We are returned to the boat and indulge in the usual grande bouffe for lunch-I restrict myself to just 4 desserts. Beautifully prepared roast penguin I have noticed an intersting  in antarctica and that is that the cold icy air makes one's clothes shrink-even the belts; I've never heard of this being described before, maybe I should publish a paper! In the afternoon we visit the aptly named Base Brown and ascend a slippery slope We ascend a narrow slippery slope for a view. Tonight I have 3 bread rolls, an event which eclipses all today's experiences.