Fiona is off Disko Island. This is the birthplace of many of Greenland's largest, most spectacular icebergs due to the many glaciers tucked into the fjords.
I got to feeling a bit seasick yesterday. The funky feeling continues today even though the sea is relatively calm. The boat is always moving. Then there is the less than stellar housekeeping standards on board. Both the motion and the "atmosphere" are exacerbated by the green feeling. Everything today, even trips to the head, are chores for me. While not puking, I do feel lethargic; as if I am moving through glue.
There is no wind. We motor. So far Fiona has only sailed eighteen hours since leaving Nuuk.
Fulmars, a petral that looks like a compact gull and which were hunted for their oil, yielding about a pint per bird, continue to be our constant companions. Rarely is there a time, in fog or otherwise, when one or more fulmars cannot be be spotted.
-entry from Russ Roberts' journal