The Drake Passage, to the unfamiliar, is the body of water between Argentina and Antarctica where the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean meet. And it’s where things get nuts. Think wild weather, sea sickness, and all around epic-movie-storm ugliness.
Part of me is thinking:
"Good God! The Drake Passage is going to destroy you."
But a bigger part of me is thinking:
"Eh… You got this. It might be rough, but you can handle it."
I feel like I ought to be more terrified, but I’m just not. I think it’s going to be easy. I’ve got the pills, the ginger chews and the wrist bands. I know what to do... I think.
So, I’m coming for you Drake. Give me all you got.