Cape Horn, Chile

In the hushed predawn hours, our ship approached the legendary Cape Horn, a place steeped in the ominous history of maritime perils and tales of countless shipwrecks chronicled in the pages of novels. Although we were advised to set our alarms for 6:00 am for a glimpse of this maritime marvel, our eagerness to witness the spectacle was tempered. We were on vacation. A change in motion of the ship stirred me from my slumber at 6:20 am. Intrigued, I jumped out of bed and drew back the drapes, fully expecting a turbulent scene associated with Cape Horn. However, what met my gaze was nothing short of extraordinary. The morning sun bathed the landscape in a soft, ethereal glow. To my surprise, a rare calmness prevailed—absent were the notorious winds that defined this perilous passage. The water, eerily still, mirrored the breathtaking beauty that surrounded us. Unfathomably, the weather was so mild that I found myself comfortably clad in shorts, a stark contrast to the tales of biting cold...