Our last landing in Antarctica. An island covered in penguins – both gentoo and chinstrap. There is quite a bit of wind here, so the smell isn’t too bad. Either that, or I have gotten used to the smell of penguin poop… what a terrifying thought. There aren’t any glaciers around, so at least we can walk around with ease. The penguins are all molting, so there are feathers flying everywhere. Note to self: keep mouth closed so feathers don’t fly in when the next breeze comes along.

Aitcho Islands, aka land of the penguins

Busy penguins, always running around

Group of chinstrap penguins, and our lovely Sea Spirit in the back

Gentoo penguin running around again. See what I mean?

Inadvertently caught an adult penguin feeding a chick

PENGUINS, PENGUINS. EVERYWHERE.

The final zodiac ride

This post was based on an original journal entry made during the International Antarctic Expedition 2013, written on March 10, 2013 at 5:30pm at Aitcho Islands.