I got up. There were no more goods to unpack. I went to the wharf. Clare and Theo brought the tradies morning tea. The dirt was hosed off the old traverse fuel tanks for quarantine. They were lifted onto the barge. The barge went to the ship. The tradies posed on the crane for a group photo. Four people stripped off and jumped into the water. I did some washing. I went to lunch. The mess was packed with new faces from the ship. We went to theVasily on the barge. Much bigger than the Aurora. We were given a tour. Raw garlic on the mess tables. Signs in Russian. Something called an 'exciters room' on the map. A disused elevator. Ancient faux-wood linoleum. A sauna and a pool. Barbecue and pingpong table in the helicopter hangar. A talking-funnel linking the bridge with the monkey deck, covered with a plastic sheet on top to keep out the snow. Control panels like out of the Original Star Trek. Horsehair matresses sunken in the middle. Fish head soup. Russian waitresses in miniskirts and frilly aprons. We came back. Did some work. Roast dinner in the mess. Farewell to Joe, Macca, Chunky and Tony. Orange flares on the wharf. Lifejackets. Barge. Ship. Departure.