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documentarian uses strange transitions, unusual camera angles, and odd cuts in the

conversation to make the interview process more intriguing and captivating.

We skipped afternoon tea and saved our appetites for Recap and supper. The Recap

was lots of thanks to everybody and applause for various folks who had stood out in

the crowd. We had some delicious popcorn and joined some Xmas caroling which

was adequate if not spirited. Alison’s song “I’m Dreaming of a Dry Landing” went over

well but we hope that Craig got the words down for the naturalist’s log he will give us

at the end of the voyage.

“I’m Dreaming of a Dry Landing”

I’m dreaming of a dry landing, with tennis shoes upon my feet,

With no spray of saline, my lenses pristine,

And no bull seals there to greet.

I’m dreaming of new life jackets that can be easily undone.

May your shore excursions be fun.

And may all your Beaufort scales read “one.”

Our final supper on board the Orion was with Jackie and Mary - a good way to end

the trip since that’s how we had spent most of the meals. Then it was off to the cabin

for a final sweep of the room and stuffing the last few things we found into the

already crammed bags! We read and went to bed early after watching an installment

on birds that we have been following all along.

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