Thursday, April 4, 2019

This year in Jerusalem! Running the Jerusalem Marathon


There is a saying in Israel.

"Haifa is where you go to work.  Tel Aviv is where you go to play.  And Jerusalem is where you go to pray."

I have been to Israel three times, and I believe the saying is accurate.  Haifa is known as the world's second largest technology center, second to our own Silicon Valley.  Tel Aviv is a beachfront community that never sleeps - filled with people enjoying everything from beach volleyball and water sports to music filled restaurants and bars.  And Jerusalem... pilgrims from all over the world arrive in Jerusalem to visit and worship at religious sites sacred to Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. 

But after my most recent trip to Israel, a trip organized by Marathon Tours and Travel to allow runners to race a full or half marathon through the streets of Jerusalem, I would like to add to the saying above these words:  Jerusalem is where you go to run a race of a lifetime. 

You will run  through a city as ancient as stories from the Bible and as relevant as today's headlines.  Just being in Jerusalem is an assault on your senses.  It's a crazy cool kaleidoscope of sounds, smells, tastes, sights, and feelings, both physical and spiritual.  And if you are fortunate enough to be able to run through its streets, while thousands of people are cheering for you, you will feel like you are a vital  part of the excitement that is Jerusalem.

                                                Outdoor Café in Tel Aviv

Larry and I started the tour a day early, in Tel Aviv. while most of the rest of Marathon Tour and Travel's group were in the Galilee, a beautiful seaside area that we visited on a previous trip.  We were wowed by the energy of the Tel Aviv, loved the food, and enjoyed the beach scene.


About the food... it's a delicious mélange of cuisine from all over the world, especially Middle Eastern and Mediterranean food.  And large hotels have extensive buffets - including cheesecake for breakfast!  I am all in for a country that will serve me my favorite food any time of the day!


                                                 Beach outside our hotel

                 
                                               It's like ping pong without the table


                                             Beach volleyball - very popular in Tel Aviv

                                           
                                            Dinner al fresco at a Tel Aviv restaurant


I began getting text messages from friends on the tour in Galilee.  "You won't believe who is here!"  Turns out several friends from previous marathons were on the trip.  That's part of the fun of being with Marathon Tours and Travel - you not only make new friends on each trip but re unite with old friends.  I saw friends on this trip from Tokyo, Boston, Queenstown, Madagascar, London, Honolulu, Antarctica...


                                              Antarctica reunion in Israel


                                             Madagascar reunion in Israel

We toured Tel Aviv once we were all together. First, we met up with our tour leaders from Marathon Tours and Travel.


                                             Karen and Jacqui explaining  our evening and next day to us

 I had been on several other marathon tours with our leaders before, and I knew that fun times were ahead for us.  Karen and Jacqui were on board to make this marathon experience, so many thousands of miles away from our homes, as easy as a local race and but much more exciting!  I don't just want Karen and Jacqui to plan my vacations for me - I want them to plan my life.  They are both detail oriented and can handle the inevitable challenges with grace, as they did on previous marathons and this one as well.

 Nomi, our Israeli guide, was nothing short of phenomenal.  She had a million stories... throughout the tour she taught us so much about modern day Israel.  Nomi also made us laugh... and cry.  Seeing Israel through Nomi's eyes made us all feel a bit like native Israelis, like we belonged in this magical land.

 
 
Unusual (for us) but not for Israelis -  tube irrigation for a home garden.  Every drop of water counts in the desert!

We toured the ancient port city of Jaffa, where Jonah was swallowed by the whale.  It's been taken over by many artists - so cool to be able to see their arts and crafts in the old buildings.


                                                                  Old Jaffa


                                               Abi and I have run the Tokyo, Boston, Honolulu, and 
                                               Queenstown Marathons together.
                                               And here we are in Israel!

After Jaffa, we returned to Tel Aviv to sightsee and shop and dine...


                                                        Nancy and I ran Antarctica together -
                                                        we celebrated our reunion in Israel
                                                        shopping at Tel Aviv's outdoor market
                                                        at Nahalat Benyamin, pedestrian mall

Our dinner that night in Jaffa was amazing!  Nour 28 Restaurant was reserved for just our group. We enjoyed making new friends on our tour from all over the world at this dinner.







We bid Tel Aviv goodbye and headed for the holy city, Jerusalem.  Nomi told us about the history of the city we were about to visit, and we listened intently.  But it was when we first got out of the bus, at the top of the Mount of Olives, that we were instantly wowed by the panoramic view.  This is it, I thought,  This is where so much history happened...



Everything seemed brighter then I expected.  More colorful.  It was as if... the whole rest of the world was colored in black and white, while Jerusalem was in vibrant shades of every hue in the rainbow.  As a group, we were all quieter, more respectful, as we entered the Old City.

Not that the Old City itself was quiet.  From the loudspeakers broadcasting the Muslim call to prayer five times a day, to the voices of Jewish school children singing at the Western Wall, to the excited conversations of Christian pilgrims from six continents as they witnessed holy sites in their religion, Jerusalem was a cacophony of  noises.  It was as if the whole world was gathered in Jerusalem with us on this tour.

At the Western Wall (also called the Wailing Wall, for the crying of some of the worshippers, as they could barely believe that they were finally at this holy site) we divided up into groups of men and women, as we entered our respective sides of the Wall.

Armed with not only my prayers but prayers for three of my friends, I made my way, along with female worshipers from our group and strangers from all over the world, to the world famous Western Wall, what remains of the destruction of the Second Temple.  It is the holiest place in the world for Jewish people to pray.




 


The Wall felt at first like any wall.  But as I placed my prayers and my friends' prayers into the Wall, I could feel tiny indentations into the Wall where so many other women had placed their prayers over so many years. I could feel thousands of years of history on that Wall, of prayers sent... It was a truly wondrous experience.

Larry was over at the men's side of the Wall.  He got some pictures of Israeli schoolchildren singing and jumping on their chairs for emphasis as they sang.  I peeked over the partition and got this picture of Larry taking his picture.


After the Western Wall, we walked through the Arab market, marveling at not only all the consumer goods for sale (we bought many cool items for our house) but also at the variety of food, larger, more colorful, and fresher than we usually see at home. And the smells!  The herbs and spices smelled were so strong, so pungent, I felt like I was enjoying a Middle Eastern meal before we even ordered our food.  But no worries, we did get to enjoy  lunch in the Arab market as well.






Every shop we visited in the Arab market had Arab merchants who spoke English well.  Many of them thanked us for visiting Israel and told us that they loved their country, Israel.  Our experiences in that market were positive, fun, and delicious!

As we wandered through the Arab market, Nomi walked us through the Stations of the Cross, where Jesus Christ had walked to his crucifixion.  Our world's history is experienced in the 21st century while hearing stories about what happened on the streets right beneath our feet thousands of years ago.  There is no other place like Jerusalem... we all knew that we were so fortunate to be able to walk in the same place as so many others walked throughout the years and felt connected to stories that others only hear about.

Nomi led us to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, which contains sites where Jesus was crucified, and where his empty tomb was, where it is said he was buried and resurrected.  To say these sites, the two holiest sites in Christianity, were very emotional sites for all the Christian pilgrims in an understatement.  We were all very respectful as we observed people rubbing the tomb with rosary beads and cloths.







After touring all over the Old City, it was time to hit the New City - modern Jerusalem.  Our hotel, the Crowne Plaza, was in an excellent location - right next door to the Jerusalem Marathon Expo, and within a short walking distance to both the start and finish of the marathon.  Another feature was that it was a certified kosher hotel, the highest ranking, so there were many  Orthodox Jews who were guests there, including hundreds of teenagers from North America.  These teenagers were very lively and excited to be in Israel, and added a layer of excitement and joy as they greeted each other and made instant friends with other teens from all over the US and Canada.  Another feature of the hotel was the executive lounge, where we were able to hang out and enjoy food and drinks with members from our group.  When we all finished the marathon, we were able to hang out there and regale each other with stories of our race and congratulate each other.  And since the entire hotel was certified kosher, in the evenings we could see ultra Orthodox young people meet each other for dates in the executive lounge.  I wonder how many of those dates will wind up as marriages...

That afternoon I made the first of three visits to the Expo.  Israel is a foreign country with two official languages (Hebrew and Arabic), different foods and customs.  But once I stepped foot in the Expo, I was back in Cindy Land.  Had I forgotten anything for the marathon, no problem, all of my favorite brands were there:  Hoka, Garmin, Gu, CEP... and the clothing and gear prices were so favorable to the American dollar!  All of us bought so much swag from the Expo.  There were fun photo ops and the pasta dinner the evening before the marathon with live music was a much appreciated bonus!


                                              Watch out Jerusalem Marathon - here we come!

                                           
                                              Enjoying the pasta dinner at the Expo

The day before the marathon, we had lots of time to continue to tour Jerusalem (and, I must add, I returned to the Expo two more times to buy more swag!)  The first stop was the Machne Yehuda food market - the best food market Larry and I have ever been to.  The Israeli merchants sold the colorful, plentiful, and delicious food to us while speaking about the United States and our upcoming race, and thanking us for visiting Israel.  We spent almost two hours there, shopping, gazing at familiar and foreign foods, and having lunch with our friends from the tour group.


                       My favorite chef at the Machne Yehuda food market - Larry!


 
 
 
 
 
After lunch, we stepped outside into the cold, pouring rain.  It was a gray, gloomy day.   Appropriate, since we were headed to Yad Vashem, the Israeli Holocaust Memorial.


                                                    Yad Vashem, Holocaust Museum

I have written this part of my blog post over a dozen times in my head.  But I am at a loss to describe the horrors I saw inside this museum.

 First, I need to make clear that Yad Vashem is an excellent museum, the best example of what should be shown to make people aware of what lead up to and what happened in the Holocaust.  The floors and walls are uneven and tilted, to keep you off balance, as if you can't be sure of what is going to happen next.  The exhibits, artifacts, pictures and movies tell the story very well.  And the museum is free of charge to anyone who wants to bear witness to what happened to the vast majority of central Europe's Jews (six million Jewish people perished) and millions of others who the Nazis randomly decided should be murdered as well (the elderly, the handicapped, Gypsies, homosexuals... the list goes on and on).

 The movie at the entrance is a wonderful collage of Jewish life prior to the Holocaust in Europe.  There are Jews smiling, happy families celebrating life cycle events and holidays, skiing, playing music... just regular people, a vital part of their communities.  I loved the pretty women in their 1930's dresses, smiling and waving to us from another world.  It was so sad to think many of the people depicted in the movie were killed by the Nazis.  Maybe only that one guy in the movie was lucky enough to get out of Europe in time.  He had crazy white frizzy hair and looked like... no, wait, he was... Albert Einstein.

The rest of the museum was a horror story of what happened.  What I saw that day will haunt me for the rest of my life.  Many people from our group, as well as strangers to us touring the museum, were visibly upset by what we were experiencing.  I took a moment and prayed for all of the people who died at the hands of the Nazis.  I wished the victims peace, and wanted them to know they will never be forgotten.  Their story is well told at Yad Vashem.  We who go there bear witness to what happened to them.

The ray of hope came in the last part of the museum.  There were exhibits dealing with the Righteous Among Nations.  Whole countries - Bulgaria, Denmark, and Sweden - saved virtually all their Jewish citizens from the murderous Nazis.  There was a village in France and a village in Poland that saved several of their Jewish citizens.  And then there were all the individuals, who risked their lives, who saved anywhere from one or two Jewish neighbors to people like Raoul Wallenberg and Oskar Schindler, who saved thousands of Jewish lives.

When you leave Yad Vashem, you get it.  You get why the modern state of Israel was created and why it needs to survive.  No one should ever go through what the victims of the Holocaust went through ever again.

The last ray of hope comes from the writing of Anne Frank, who perished in the Holocaust.  She wrote:  "I still believe that people are really good at heart... if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, and that peace and tranquility will return again." 

We should all heed these words and make sure these horrors don't happen again to anyone.

The next day was the marathon.  The skies cleared up, no more rain.  The temperature was perfect at the start - just under 50 degrees.  We were ready to run and experience the joy of running, and running through an ancient city that had welcomed us so completely. 

The Jerusalem Marathon has been called the most challenging urban marathon due to the 24 hills we had to run up and down.  Check out the elevation chart, about 2,500 feet elevation gain:


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Runners from 80 different countries, and from many different religions, conquered the hills together.  We ran through 3,000 years of history - if only the streets and buildings could tell us their stories!  The race began in a large park, Sacher Park, and we continued running through Hebrew University, the Old City (on the cobblestone streets!  Through the Armenian Gate!), up Mount Scopus, by Hadassah Hospital, by the Jerusalem Forest, and through modern Jerusalem as well.






 



I have never enjoyed myself so much during a marathon!  The spectators were amazing.  Thousands of Israelis were cheering for us throughout the race.  I wore a USA running singlet. and I lost count of how many people called out to me:  "USA!  Thanks for visiting us!"  Families brought their children to cheer for us.  And these kids were put to work:  they were handing us water bottles, GU energy gels, and were also put to work cleaning up the discarded bottles.  I enjoyed high fiving many of the children. 

And then there was a magical moment on the course.  I had hoped to see Larry out somewhere on the course, but my Apple watch was not transmitting a signal back to Larry.  I was upset about that, as I knew Larry was out on the course and would be looking for me.   As we approached a tunnel, I heard a group of men singing as I ran by them.  They were singing one of my favorite Hebrew songs, "Hevenu Shalom Aleichem", which means "we brought peace to you".  I ran out of the tunnel,  heard klezmer music playing, then heard my name being called out, "Cindy Bishop!"  At first I thought I was doing something wrong!  Then I looked and there Larry was, smiling and taking a video of me!  How the heck did he ever find me with 40,000 people out on the course (some were running the half marathon or a number of smaller distance races)?  I was thrilled beyond belief!  That was at about mile 14.  After seeing Larry, I was so happy that I began to run faster - first time I ever finished a marathon with a negative split!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YIq7roAYxk

Then Larry ran (faster than us!)  to the next point on the course, so he could get a still photo of me.


Seeing Larry on the course those two times were two of  the happiest moments of my life!


I crossed the finish line at 4:41:23 - the fastest marathon I ran in almost three years.  I was thrilled with my time - and later elated when I found out I was the fifth finisher in my age group, another goal I wanted to achieve.  It helps to be the baby in my age group - I turned 60 just a month and a day prior to the race.



After the marathon, we all celebrated in the executive lounge, then we went out for our celebration dinner at Khan, a traditional Israeli restaurant in a historic Jerusalem building. 



For Larry and I, this was the final evening of the trip.  We had been to Israel twice before and had already seen the sights that the rest of the group were going to see:  Masada, The Dead Sea, and Bethlehem.  I envied our friends - they were off an amazing adventures. 

I hope to see our friends from the Jerusalem Marathon soon.  I don't know where our paths will cross again.  But I know that we will all keep a part of Jerusalem in our hearts and souls forever.  Visiting Israel and running the Jerusalem Marathon have changed all of us, for the better.  Thank you, Marathon Tours and Travel, and the people of Israel, for a trip of a lifetime.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Running a marathon on my 7th Continent: The Antarctica Marathon


While we were waiting on line at the salad bar aboard the Ioffe, a former Russian research vessel, my friend Denise said something to me that pretty much summed up our Antarctica Marathon trip.

"Cindy," she said, "isn't everything about this trip really a microcosm of how the world should be?"

I froze, then said, "That's it!  That's why this all is so special.  We are experiencing what everything else should be!"

We just looked at each other and smiled.  If only, we both thought.  If only...

For almost two weeks, the 99 women and 94 men  who signed up to run a marathon or a half marathon in Antarctica with Marathon Tours and Travel experienced a kind of utopia that none of us had experienced before, and perhaps we never would again. 

First of all, we were unplugged.  Once we left Ushuaia, the southernmost city in the world, and got on our ship, the Ioffe, we were unplugged from all of our electronics.  Our time on the ship was spent talking with each other, not reading posts on our phones or computers about the world's problems.  We were all runners or supporters of runners, and although we were from 17 different countries, our love of running, the outdoors, and travel gave us an instant bond that created great friendships.  We all got along, all the time. 

Next, we were so busy DOING things, always being challenged.  Before the races, we spent time getting oriented on the Ioffe as to how to get off the ship to run the marathon and go sightseeing on the excursions. 



We had to learn how to put on the gear over our clothing so we could climb down the gangway into the Zodiac boats that would take us to the Antarctic peninsula and continent.  We were also taught how to sterilize our gear so as to not transfer organisms and pollutants from one site to another.  Our guides were dedicated to ensure that Antarctica remain as pristine as possible.


We went to lectures that taught us what to expect in Antarctica once we got there, and we found out about the history and geography of the land we were about to visit.  I especially liked Karen's lecture about the women who were the early pioneers in Antarctica.




And the staff - I can't imagine better guides than the combined efforts of both Thom Gilligan and Jeff Adams and the rest of Marathon Tours and Travel Staff

and David Sinclair's (also known as Sinckers) One Ocean Expedition staff.

The staff from both groups worked around the clock, ensuring that our experience in Antarctica was top notch every single day.  And it was! 

The excursions that we went on, by Zodiac boat and on foot, were so stunning, so other worldly, that it is difficult to describe.  Several times I heard both guests and staff describe what we were seeing as a religious experience.  It was, for all of us, in the true meaning of the word.  The wildlife and scenery we saw on those morning and afternoon excursions, the silence as we digested the beauty around us, the chilly and pure air and the blue/white icebergs and glaciers - it was magical, as if it weren't real, but it were only pictures from a child's storybook. 










And the whales!  At breakfast one morning, Sinckers told us that we would definitely see whales on the excursions.  And if we didn't, we could have all his assets, including his house.  He also told us he was a lawyer.  As I am also a lawyer, I wasn't about to cut him any slack, and was already envisioning my lawsuit against him if we didn't see any whales.  But he did not disappoint, and none of us got any of Sinckers'  assets.

Not more than one minute after we all got into our Zodiacs on the first day of whale watching, we had a pack of whales swim over to our boat.  For about 15 minutes, they frolicked between our two boats, never hurting us but coming close enough to us so that we could touch them if we wanted.  But we didn't - all we did was enjoy this experience, watching the whales swimming, gracefully pirouetting, and "spy hopping" - where they lift their heads out of the water and eyeball us directly, enchanting us with their antics.  It was an experience unrivalled by anything any of us had ever seen.








The whale watching was an experience none of us will ever forget.

The seals - I will spare you the pictures, but we saw - several times - a leopard seal grabbing a baby penguin in his mouth, thrashing it from side to side, and then eating it.  And a couple of the Zodiacs had leopard seals come right up to and bite the boat!  Luckily, the boats did not sink, the passengers did not go into the water, and the staff repaired the boats as soon as they got back on the Ioffee.  Drama on the water, unplanned but exciting!

We also got to hike up what I would call a mountain!  After getting off our Zodiacs and walking through the frigid ocean water in our boats and wet skins (never feeling chill or wet!) we hiked to a high point on the continent of Antarctica.  It was such hard hiking that we were sweating as we climbed; some of us shed some layers along the way.



Larry and I atop a high point on the continent of Antarctica!

In addition to all the sightseeing and hiking, we ran a race - a marathon or a half marathon on Antarctica, at King George Island.

For me, for all of us - it was the race of a lifetime.  We all had to sign up at least 3 years in advance, so the anticipation was building up for years... I had several friends say, "you've been talking about running Antarctica for years?  Haven't you run that race yet?"  Well, on March 16, 2018, we finally got to run our race, which for many of us was the final race on our 7th Continent. 

And what a race it was...

We started off in, appropriately, in a blizzard.  First, kudos to Marathon Tours for doing everything they could to prepare all of us for a race in Antarctica.  Numerous emails detailing what we needed for the race were sent out to us.  We received a checklist of appropriate gear.  We had a  few conference calls with Thom and Jeff where numerous questions were answered.  Last year's video of the race was helpful to watch.  And twenty of us, including me, participated in a month long program with a past Antarctica marathoner, Christine, who was also a graduate student in sports psychology.  Christine had us visualize in advance, what we could expect at the marathon.

But a blizzard?  I hadn't spent a whole day outside in a blizzard since... the Nixon administration.  And look how that turned out!

But all was fine once we started running.  I began running with Sheri, my running buddy on 4 continents over the last 5 years.  (Actually, 5 Continents, if you count the London Marathon in 2012.  We hadn't yet  met in London, but it turned out that we finished the marathon within seconds of each other.)  It was Sheri's idea, after we were the first two American women to run all 6 World Marathon Majors, to tackle the 7 Continents.




And after a few miles, the blizzard stopped, giving way to the chilly, ice blue beautiful cold of Antarctica.  I ran and ran and ran...



Unlike the 6 World Marathon Majors, there weren't any spectators to cheer us on.  Well, not in the traditional sense.  But - we did have penguins on the course


And even seals!



Penguins are pretty much the coolest and cutest animals on the planet.  They just prance around in their tuxedos and don't hurt anyway.

Seals - not so much.  They are violent!  In addition to eating penguins, they bite people!

Luckily, we had a volunteer, Larry, at the Great Wall of China turnaround who risked his own life and limb, when a leopard seal appeared right on the course, Larry scared him away by pretending to be a bear and roaring at the seal, chasing the seal away before the seal interfered with the race.




About the volunteers - I have run 18 marathons, and all have had volunteers there, handing out water, giving out medals, pointing us in the right directions.  But nowhere are there volunteers like the 7 volunteers we had at the Antarctica Marathon.  There were outside in the sub freezing temperatures for over 7 hours, not keeping warm by running like we were, but still helped us by cheering us on, pointing us in the right direction, taking our pictures, reminding us "you are running in Antarctica, how cool is that?" or telling us to "get out of here already, keep running!" like Larry did at the China turnaround.

And then there was Molly, the singing volunteer.  She sang and sang and sang...  real songs and invented songs.  Others may say they ran the Antarctica Marathon, and perhaps they did... but I argue that one hasn't REALLY run the Antarctica Marathon until he or she has run by Molly, who sang, "I like to be in Antarctica" to the tune of West Side Story's  "I like to be in America".  Thank you Molly for singing for over 6 and a half hours for all of us in the freezing cold!

In the end it was the people who made the Antarctica Marathon as great as it was.  Unlike my other 17 marathons, in this race we ran 6 loops, and each time, coming and going, the other runners we saw would cheer us on.  "Good job!"  "Keep going!"  "You are awesome!"  were words I kept hearing from my fellow runners.  It was as if we weren't competing with each other - we were just trying to help each other finish the race.




And not only in the marathon.  It was the people - everyone, from the Marathon Tours staff and the One Ocean Staff to the Russian sailors on the trip, and every single runner and supporter, who helped make this trip the an experience of a lifetime.

From the opening banquet in Buenos Aires, Argentina,


to every meal on the Ioffe with our new best friends,


to the post race celebration with our sister ship, the Vavilov,






we had a lot to celebrate during our 10 day cruise!  On a challenging course, in blizzard sub freezing conditions we did it - we all finished either the Antarctica Half or Full Marathon.



And for 30 of us, we just finished a race on our 7th Continent.







The celebrations continued on our cruise back towards Argentina, through the Drake Passage.  The Drake Passage is notorious for very high winds and very high waves.  We were lucky on the way to Antarctica - we had such an easy sailing during our 2 day passage, we nicknamed it the Drake Lake.

But on the way back, we were hit with very high winds and seas.  Chairs were chained to the floor in the dining room.  We all held onto the walls or ceilings (for those of us tall enough) as we swayed through the Passage during our 2 day voyage back to Argentina.  At the dinner table, we often had our table sway, knocking over glasses and plates.  New nickname for the Drake:  the Drake Shake.  But we all took it in good stride, laughing all the way.

And we danced, as we did every night in the lounge, all during ride through the Drake Passage.  We had to - we had so much to celebrate!  Although I still can't cross of my list "get into a bar fight", now I can cross off my list "dance during the Drake Passage, until people and furniture are falling on top of you"!  But no worries, none of us (except maybe the furniture) was hurt - we just picked ourselves up and kept dancing!

Thanks to Dexter and his Go Pro that he used to record the first lap, we relived the marathon in the lounge


and we celebrated - over and over again - our new status as Antarctica Marathon or Half Marathon finishers.



We also celebrated with a piece of glacier ice - who knew the things one could do with that ice?  And we all got to know some of us much better through Carol's phone - fortunately or unfortunately I don't have any of those photos to post. 

It was so much fun hanging out with everyone in the lounge at night.  We got to know some of the special skills we had - such as who knew that one of us could not only juggle small items, such as fruit, but also large bottles, and could also dance with a glass filled with liquid on top of his head?  Think -  the bottle dance scene from Fiddler on the Roof.

And, as noted above, we were from 17 different countries and we all got along.  Yes, Denise, we were a microcosm of how the world should be.  We didn't only get along, we celebrated each other's nationalities, from learning their national anthems



to learning the Haka, the New Zealand rugby team the All Black's ritual performed before each game.


I believe we all knew that we were part of something special on this trip.  We hope to keep all the friendships that we made, so that we can hold onto a bit of the magic that was Antarctica.

I hesitate to say goodbye to anyone I met on the Antarctica Marathon trip.  I want to see you all again and again. 


And I believe that I will.  We are all adventurers, and Antarctica should not be our last rodeo. 

Every day before breakfast, the One Ocean Crew had a paper that was called Ocean Notes posted at several places throughout the ship.  On March 14, amidst the schedule for the day, there was this quote from Mark Twain that was described all of us.


That quote - it defines us.  Mark Twain said:  "20 years from now, you'll regret more the things you didn't do than the ones you did.  So throw off the bowlines.  Sail away from the safe harbor.  Catch the trade winds in your sails.  Explore. Dream. Discover."

And so we did, and so we shall continue to do so.  Until we meet again...