Oh piss, damn, blast, and bollocks.
We had planned to make it over Drake's Passage to visit Antartica but the weather is just too bad. 60 knot winds and 12m high waves have stranded the ships, grounded all aircraft and made the trip impossible. The penguins will just have to wait for another time.
Our Plan B? Get sloshed, count your blessings at having such 1st world problems and see if we can fly somewhere else instead.
Stuart has already pocketed the entire toiletries from our standby hotel, drunk the minibar dry, and loudly commenting on some of the dubious fashion choices of our co-travellers.
"Stuart of the Antartic" he may not be but "Stuart of the Acerbic" he certainly is.