CALL OF THE WILD
“Après nous, les penguins.” It’s a throwaway line from Australian author Thomas Keneally, joking about our antipodean neighbourhood. And it’s true — the folks on the next block are penguins.
It’s also a fitting thought as our good French ship L’Austral leaves Dunedin’s Otago Harbour, heading seriously south towards the Subantarctic Islands. A few days later, we’re bouncing around in her Zodiac tenders, cruising the wild coast of the Snares Islands.
The day is wreathed in mist and blessed
