We were experiencing force 11 winds down on the Antarctica Peninsular. In layman’s terms, that means one off a cyclone. A cyclone is force 12 or winds above 117km hour.
Our ship was big and stable and had all sorts of gadgets that could make it stay in one place, so we were fine, especially when we went and hid behind an iceberg. We only moved when bits of the iceberg started falling off and were threatening to run into the ship.
We actually did get broadsided by a big piece of ice, that left us with a dent and some damage to our gangway.
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