Located in the Grytviken Cemetery, we gathered around the tombstone for an impromptu toast. After a nice speech in which our expedition leader professed his hero worship of Shackleton we each had a swig of rum and then poured the remainder onto the grave. If I were more creative (and more rap literate) I'd put together a video motage referencing "one for my homies."
The cemetery was surrounded by Elephant seals, perhaps the most foul creatures on the planet. They're covered in snot and make rude belching noises at regular intervals. If you're immature it's great entertainment.
After the toast we toured the old town of Grytviken and the museum. The exhibit I found most interesting was a sign for the movies shown during the Christmas season of 1959-1960:
Mentally I've always thought of whaling as belonging to the late 19th century, but I've actually seen some of these movies. It was startling to realize how recent the whole enterprise was still going on. In related news, it's time to try and read Moby Dick again (only $.80 on the kindle).
I also enjoyed the South Georgia version of the Ten Commandments:
Watch out for the "Home Brew."
Watch out for the "Home Brew."
2 comments:
Hmmm...Covered in snot and making rude regular belching noises. Your describing my grandaughter at age two. I consider myself mature (most of the time) but it was occasionally entertaining.
When God created seals he lost the plot. If he was going to allow them on the Land then the least He should have done is given them legs. Or perhaps arms and hands to wipe away the snot.
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