10am. Still bed bound and incapacitated. I
want to go home, and I might swim to get there.
4pm. Entered the Beagle Channel, finally! I
can feel my sanity returning.
8pm. The MS Expedition docks at Ushuaia
and the engines are cut off. It was a surprisingly sad moment. All of a sudden
any remotely negative memories have flown out the window, and I would give
anything for this to be again the start of our journey and not the end.
