Timing.
Sailing between patterns of High and Low-Pressure Systems. Beach zodiac disembarkations take the beat between trains of big waves and calm spells. Adjust the rhythm of the jobs aboard in coordination with rubber boat operations to drop or pick us up from hostile yet beautiful lands.

Gamble.
Take a chance with the weather conditions, unpredictable winds, and long swells to offer the best an island like South Georgia has to offer.

Experience.
Understanding the intrinsic features of the island and adapting to them. Have the knowledge to interpret clouds, wind patterns, and behaviour of the seas. Combine it with the background of past experiences and a grasp of the island’s landscapes and the wildlife inhabiting them.

Adjust.
Open to a reshaping of plans, to learn from nature and its doings that make you think about your weaknesses and your skills.

Astonishment, fascination.
Despite having the experience, the island has the last word on always coming up with unexpected circumstances.

South Georgia gives, South Georgia takes. The island welcomes you and also lets you know when it’s time to leave.

Six days ago the island started to open its gates to our visits, hiding shy behind fog and rain at the beginning, gradually became more acquainted with the return of the old visitor the Europa. Now and then it showed its impressive mountains and glaciers. It let us hike across its lands, admire its bountiful wildlife, enjoy and suffer swells, capricious weather, and changeable winds. Last days it also showed its temperamental essence, making for the well-seasoned Captain to reshape itineraries and decide when to leave for the sea once more. A puzzle where the pieces are the wind forecasts, together with the experience to interpret its patterns and relations with the landscape; the distances and timings between the places where to land; and a bet for adapting schedules with the surprise factor hovering atop of heads when South Georgia shows its fiery nature and unforeseen particulars.

Now, back at sea just in time when the island gave the hint for us to leave. What we will be able or allowed to do in Tristan da Cunha?, when to reach the shores of the remotest inhabited island on the planet?, a new chapter on our story lies 1450 nautical miles further to the Northeast along the Southern Ocean and South Atlantic.