Yesterday morning, we had just dropped anchor at Pendulum Cove, when a RIB full of Spaniards from the Spanish science base came by. They said hello and then went ashore just behind the boat. Then, quite surprisingly, one of them stripped off his dry suit and dived into the steaming water. Many shrieks of delight indicated that this wasn’t a daily ritual and that conditions must be perfect. After some coaxing, even Dave and I (Miles says he has done enough swimming this season) donned our swimmers, put foulies over the top and headed to the beach in the zodiac with all six of the guests. No sooner had we beached the dingy, than two of the Russian girls — both young, thin and beautiful, were in their bikinis and preparing to dive in. The Spaniards could not believe their luck and amongst much hilarity a photo shoot took place with penguins, two girls in bikinis, Spanish scientists in dry suits, and snow capped mountains in the background. It was quite a sight. I think in the end, everyone swam, or at least sat in the very hot water at the edge. Dave, Carla (Italian) and I swam well out into the cold water and it was such a strange sensation to have some parts of the body in the hot water, and the rest in cold, not to mention that only the top 10cm were hot. We thought it would be fun to invite the Spaniards for coffee and so the flirting continued and a return date was planned for later in the day. It was interesting to see the Spanish base — they are researching a mixture of marine biology, lichen and mosses, and seismic activity and at its peak there are 35 people living there. The tradition down here is that they stamp passports for tourists and as it happens I took our Pelagic Australis stamp, so I ended up stamping their passports — not sure if it is legal, but it is done now, so there we go.