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in Antarctica. My final chores included repacking my big box completely and much more efficiently. Got everything in rather easily. Gave Pat Kracher our gallon of antifreeze, and left [[??]] & glass dishes in lab van. Finally, I locked it for the last time, and Jeff and Toni put 2 steel bands around it and lifted it into the van. Back in cabin, I prepared a complete list of the contents of that box and of my little one, for ITT use w U.S. customs. This am we all dragged our issue clothing duffel bags to deck & left them. Later, in p.m., I found Pat and Mark sorting through, making separate piles, and counting. Supper was haddock, carrots, turnips, green beans. Lunch, roast prime rib with mashed potatoes, gravy, cauliflower. In evening, I decided to sit in the movie room & saw last part of [[underlined]] Eye of the Needle [[/underlined]]. A terrifying tale of a German spy on a remote British island. Then, [[underlined]] Dr. No. [[/underlined]] Color poor, sound poor, & I got sick of it -- having seen it anyway. Bill came in twice & left. Jeff came in and left. I left. Came to cabin & found light on (seen thru baffler) but door locked! I left premises for half an hour, then went back; knocked & found it still locked, so I called "Tony" & she unlocked the door. She was with Brian -- but in full dress. We 3 discussed the movies for awhile & then they left. It seems the evening began w a few beers, for some, [[end page]] [[start page]] on Bill's cabin. Then Bill urged all to come to rec. room w. booze. Then Mark came by and reminded of the rule that only one beer/day is allowed on research vessels. So much for the party. Well it has all been a great experience. 12:10 a.m. Today I will see Tom. [[underlined]] Monday, March 18 [[/underlined]] Four days passed before I caught up with this account. Awoke early and had breakfast. The Duke pulled up to the dock, but the gangplank stayed up until almost noon. I went up to the bridge & got a photo of the captain. Then I stood there watching crowds of workmen come down the pier. I thought Tom might appear, and, suddenly I caught sight of a figure in light beige at the entrance. There was something familiar even at that distance. I could not be sure for the longest time, but eventually I was sure. It was Tom. At Punta Arenas after all these weeks! He waved at me and I wanted to cry out to the captain -- to anybody -- that's my husband. That's my husband! The captain & all officers were in the bridge busy; so I announced it to Art, the biologist, who happened to be standing nearby. Then I ran down to main deck & we exchanged greetings. Jeff showed up & greeted Tom & we took pictures of ea. other across the side of the Duke. I couldn't step off, and he couldn't come on - so Tom explained he was checking out of the Savoy & moving to the Los Navagantes -- would wait for me there. The customs officers came aboard & spent a long time going over our passports, provided to