Well. Some excitement on our way down the Chilean coast, toward the entrance to most of the fjords. Quite heavy seas, we heard two large clatters from the galley at breakfast, just before another guest's breakfast slid off the table and landed in her lap. Everyone staggers down the hallways, hanging onto rails and/or lurching from one side of the hall to the other. Small paper bags are discreetly placed around the ship, for obvious reasons.