Friday July 23rd.

Gday friends and as I'm feeling benevolent, foes n all :)

0800h They stole another hour from us last night, I didn't sleep too well and it's foggy with a good chance that our scenic cruising through Prince Christian Sound is in jeopardy which is a shame. Few places in the world offer the experience of watching the glaciers calve all around you with sounds like gunfire as the ice breaks off. The fjords are narrow and have a tight entrance, tricky maneuvering for the most experienced captains and in fog, way to dangerous besides which, we wouldn't see any thing. These things happen so there's not much to do but "suck it up". As I look outside I'm sure we'll hear the announcement shortly, such is life, so it's up to the Lido and breakfast but I shall return.

1052h.. Well, all sorts of things can happen behind the scenes and when the captain updated us from the bridge he informed us of a medical emergency (not uncommon on longer cruises with an elderly passenger list) the ship was turned around at 0300h heading back to Qaqortoq where a male person had to be evacuated by helicopter to the nearest hospital, all this accomplished with almost zero visibility but possibly saving the man's life.

As we neared Prince Christian Sound the fog lifted enough to make for a safe passage though the mountains were shrouded in mist and the rain continued to teem down making it difficult to photograph but I did take a few shots. Unfortunately visibility does not lend itself to showing the area in it's true glory. The thing is , we did get to see it.

Darn it, I just remembered I didn't get any Greenland coins, I make a point of collecting a few in our travels. I usually exchange a dollar for a few, I'm having too many senior moments of late.

1614h. The rain continued falling for most of the day and it's under these conditions that the glaciers and icebergs show their best side bringing out a dazzling display of colors for the naked eye to behold. Against the grey sky and eeriness of the mist shrouded mountains it was an awe inspiring sight and just as one has to break eggs to make an omelet, so must one get wet to take a half decent photo. On reviewing ours they just don't do it justice.

Tonight is French night, which the menu will reflect, escargot, frogs legs, crepes and the like are on the menu. In the Rembrandt theater the show will be a follies of some sort and the night will end in the Crows Nest lounge with the Ice ball. It will be our second formal and we will try to stay up a bit later than the norm but please don't wager any money on me making it much past 2300h.

2000h. I had noticed yesterday that fresh fish was being loaded and "sho nuff" it found it's way onto the menu. I had escargo followed by Qaqortoq cod, Dorothy had the bouf wellington, both were delish. Dessert was a difficult choice, and four of the six at our table chose the Grande Marnier soufflé, all I can say is yum yum.

I didn't make it to the show lounge but Dorothy did, escorted by a lovely gentleman from our table., well two actually, Bob and Ed, We've decided to miss out on the ball, our biological clocks are in total disarray and we have at least two more hours to lose before we are on UK time.

I bid you all a good night, there are only two bars signal strength, not enough to sent this winging it's way through cyber space, I'll see what tomorrow brings.

Oohhhh we have satellite