An adult and a juvenile Gentoo trudging -- there's no other verb for it -- along on Petermann Island. I wish I'd managed to get them more in the frame, but I love this picture anyway.
This was the day we had the option of camping out on shore overnight, which I had always expected to do. But after spending an afternoon chasing after penguins in the blowing snow on Petermann, I really wanted a good night's sleep in my warm berth more than I wanted to be able to say I'd camped out in Antarctica.
Plus I slipped in the snow on the way back to the zodiac and had to spend half an hour trying to scrub penguin poop off my waterproofs. That's enough adventure for anyone.