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The Travel Episodes

"That is the planned itinerary," says the captain now. The weather changes quickly. Therefore, the itinerary should be viewed more as a travel plan. In the catalog it says extra, "The captain decides depending on the weather and ice conditions". And the man with the four gold stripes on his shoulders adds: "It's my job to make unpopular decisions from time to time."

In the first few days you can hardly imagine that. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and guests are dozing on loungers on the helicopter deck. We explore the ship: fitness room, hairdressing studio, sauna, a small pool. There is a lounge, two restaurants and, behind the “club”, a lido deck with tables under radiant heaters. We will mostly eat outside, wrapped in blankets, enjoying the world.

 
 

 
 

The open ship principle applies on the Bremen. If the doors are not closed, visitors are welcome on the bridge. We get to know Mark Behrend. The captain lives in the Bergisches Land, but lives on the ship for around eight months a year. A friendly person with a beard and laughing eyes, who always wears short-sleeved shirts and often strikes a thoughtful tone. He shows us his place of work and the weather map.

In the distance a storm. Will he catch us?
The captain weighs his head. Maybe.

 

 
 

The weather occupies the passengers. If it becomes too nasty, not all landings can be carried out. But that is what is special about such an expedition cruise: that you cross over to small islands in black rubber boats, so-called zodiacs.

For these Zodiac excursions we are equipped with parkas and rubber boots so that we can keep our feet dry in the event of a “wet landing” - one slips from the rubber dinghy into the water and goes ashore. How many landings are wet, how many are dry? Any landing is a wet landing. Aha.

We'll be on deck later. A delicate strip of pink separates the steel-blue evening sky from an ocean that lies before us like ink. It has become cooler when we speak, the breath before our faces in thin puffs of cotton wool. The Bremen approaches the Falkland Islands at 15 knots.

 

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