I have 10 minutes to grab my bag and run to the ship I will be cooking on for the next 10 days as we say through Drake passage to the land of penguins. I don't know how to say the vessels name and half the crew are Russian. The dish guy is already given me the eye, ouch. Our kitchen team is so chill, though - the one sous is inspiring me to migrate to BC. One day. Today. Yesterday. What is time? Now a married man and left my honey back yonder in the slumbers of her home in Ontario just days ago. Forgive me Love for taking leave so quick. Save the krill! Time to go. Ciao.