It's... a rock. A rock at the bottom of the South American continent.

It was cold, windy, overcast with choppy seas en route. Aside from that... lovely.

The ship actually went a day out of its way to get to Cape Horn. Sort of a sling-shot kind of thing: down to the base of south America, then around to the west corner, make announcements in 4 languages, take lots of pictures, turn around. Bragging rights go to those who round it, I guess — but if I'd slept thru the experience, I wouldn't have thought the trip wasted.

After the cape we headed "inland" (sort of) into the fjords of Chile.