The Steam Home From Antarctica | East Antarctica To Hobart, Australia

Monday-Saturday, 4-16 March 2024
Day 103-114 of 110ish

We are steaming home…it’s a bittersweet time.

Adios Antarctica

Well, the day finally came! 

We are steaming home. 

While the crew were eating my final brekkie (yay!) I went out to the back of the boat and watched the sun set on Antarctica. The sun was almost warm. It felt so comfortable and peaceful on the stern. I shed a bittersweet tear as the sky melted into the most vivid cast of pastels.

This beautiful place has crawled deep into my heart. The colours. The magic. The inquisitive wildlife. The raw, frozen beauty everywhere. My heart is full. I will carry Antarctica with me for the rest of my life. 

With Antarctica fading into the distance, it’s time to look ahead to our time in Tasmania. And thus began shopping and scheming!!! We are certainly excited for our time in Australia, both seeing Tom’s dad, Richard, and Bev plus we get to bum around with some friends in Queensland. 

Digging Deep

This last little bit is certainly the hardest though. The ingredients are low. Crew morale is waning and the cleaning is beginning. We’re having to dig a bit deeper now to push through this last bit without wanting to give up. We will. We’re tough. But it’s not without its pain. 

Plus, as we cross the Southern Ocean towards Tasmania, the boat no longer has it’s stability tanks and we’ve dumped all of our offal (the fish and food that has gone through the hasher) so the boat is wallowing and making for a much more uncomfortable crossing than when we journeyed southward four months ago. This is very tiring to an already exhausted crew.

The dishwasher that errors out multiple times before proceeding. The refrigerator door that doesn’t stay open but, because the other one won’t keep a low enough temp, we are forced to use, the slippery floor with little traction and drains in the wrong place, partial lee boards on the bunks….all these little annoyances that we’ve lived with are starting to pull the curse words out of us now!

And the guys not cleaning up after themselves. That always gets worse during gentleman’s hours and this time is no exception. Not closing doors properly so the contents distribute themselves wildly across the mess, using the food scrap bin that gets dumped in the ocean as a rubbish bin (a very big pet peeve of mine!), and leaving dirty dishes all over for me (crew mom) to clean up. It’s too late to complain with only days left.

Well, that’s enough whining and winging for now. 

Aurora-licious

On the positive side, though the icebergs are now gone and there’s nothing to see but a great expanse of ocean, if the sky is clear enough overnight, the aurora is always on. I love to stand outside and marvel at it and take way too many bad photos!

Nate said the other day that he doesn’t know what the big deal about the aurora is. I find that really sad. It’s one of the most spectacular natural phenomena this world has on offer and he can’t be bothered. Where are you in life when you can’t appreciate that you are being blessed to experience something like this? 

Land Adjustment

Well, six more days until we reach land.

I’ve been told it’s a bit of a shock to the system. I’m pretty easy going and tend to handle change pretty well so it will be interesting to see how I react. I’ve been told you really, really smell land, that people are overwhelming (we’ve been with only 23 others for the last 4 months), and that there’s a sensory overload. I guess the grocery store is the first place that can do that! 

Sights, smells, sounds, stressed people and busyness. 

I’m very curious to see how I deal with it.

Now, it’s time to start thinking about packing. It really feels surreal. It’s been groundhog day for so long that it’s hard to imagine life any other way.  It’s almost like a form of shock. I don’t think I’ll quite fathom what happened until a little while down the road. It still seems like a dream…well, it’s still a little bit of reality!

Tick…Tock

We’re counting the days, the meals, the seconds we have left.

Luckily we’re arriving a day earlier than anticipated. One less day to sleep in an uncomfortable bed. One less day of having to make meals and clean up after other people. And closer to a Vietnamese meal cooked with fresh veggies and herbs!

Some blessings we are looking forward to on land – a nice haircut for Amy, tattoos for both of us, estrogen pills to calm Amy’s power surges, and our new toy…a drone that shouldn’t crash into the ocean like the DJI crap we’ve been battling. Yay!!!

Two days out and now there’s a bit more of a buzz around the boat. We are all cleaning and packing, filling out customs forms, the bridge has booked the pilot, and doing all the things to get us back to land. It’s very exciting!

Job Done!

We will finish cleaning the galley today and then other than the last meals, that’s us! Job done…well, I have a few more days left in port but Tom gets to put his feet up since he’s not allowed to work in Australia on an Australian battleship 😛

We arrived early! We see Tasmania!

Tonight the sun is setting on a jagged horizon marked with peaks and valleys and little satellite islands. So we lurk. We will both wake up early tomorrow morning so the boys can have a good brekkie before coming into port. This will be Tom’s last meal. Lucky bugger! 

We have put the finishing touches on our bags. I have left some bits and pieces behind for my last few days on the boat while unloading is happening.  (I’ll deeply wish I hadn’t)

Hello Hobart

This morning as we started to approach Hobart, we had a welcoming crew and a rowdy one at that. Dolphins! Always a welcome sight and I couldn’t get enough of them. They were jumping completely out of the waves. They seemed just as happy for us to arrive as we were!

The shafts of sunrise through clouds was gorgeous along the Tasmanian coast as we made our way up Storm Bay into the guts of Hobart. As long as the wind was right, instead of smelling the smoke stacks, you could sniff an earthy eucalyptus smell on the breeze. Bliss! 

We passed the Iron Pot Lighthouse, many oyster farms, and a sailing regatta as we made our way to the dock. Once docked, our luggage in place for a quick retreat, we waited for customs to check us in to the country and bio security to go through the galley. 

After all that was complete, we made a hasty retreat. Unfortunately, Richard, Tom’s dad didn’t get our email asking to pick us up. We waited outside the security gate for a while before Tom went off in search of internet. His search turned into buying roaming minutes which didn’t work and then a taxi to take us to the house. 

The excitement of reuniting father and son turned into multiple bottles of wine. Needless to say, Tom woke up with quite the hangover. Annoyed but not surprised, I, not having indulged and keen to explore, went for an early morning walk to check out the area while he slept off the night before.