The ship must now navigate Iceberg Alley, and you can
easily see why the area bears this name. Large icebergs
are everywhere, dead ahead and on all sides.
Our Russian captain has to pitch a no hitter. Open
access to the ship's bridge is a special feature of most
Antarctic voyages, and I spent quite a bit of time here.
Everyone on the bridge does lookout duty in
Iceberg Alley. The captain assumes a leadership
stance in the center, surrounded by all his
officers. Another man uses binoculars.
The ship comes rather close to huge icebergs such as
this one. We hit nothing and escape Iceberg Alley. I
suggest never trying an Iceberg Alley passage at night.