We sailed from Ushuaia at 18h30 on the evening of 30 December, setting out into the Beagle Channel in excellent conditions with flat seas. Â Earlier in the day, while the expedition participants were away on a tour of the Tierra del Fuego National Park, I had visited the ship for a handover from the doctor on the previous charter. Â He was a gentlemanly New Zealander, and an anaesthetist to boot: we immediately got along well. Â The medical facilities aboard the MV Polar Star are more basic than those with which I am familiar. Â There is a small treatment room that fits one examination bed, a rack of gas tanks, a small bar fridge and numerous cupboards along the walls. Â A large operating light on a boom is tied to the bulkhead to prevent it swinging; anaesthesia is via syringe or a swift swing of the portable oxygen bottle (*cheeky grin*). Â Medical stocks are basic but cover the most important items. Â I found a â??recentâ?? inventory â?? July 2009. Â There is an AED but no defibrillator, no radiographic equipment, and sterilisation is by boiling items in the kitchen cooker. Â Itâ??s expedition medicine in action.Â A few extra items needed to be acquired for the pharmacopeia, and so I walked into town with Craig Poore, the expedition historian. Â We strolled the length of Ushuaia to find a specific large supermarket, with directions to walk until we were sure it was too far, and then just a little bit more. This proved to be an accurate description. Â On returning, I ventured into one of the pharmacies in the main road armed with a letter of accreditation, medical qualifications, medical board registration, and several other forms of ID. Â I introduced myself as the shipâ??s doctor, and proceeded to acquire a large bag-load of prescription drugs. Â I walked out with my loot without writing a script or even showing proof that I was indeed a purveyor of the arts of Aesculapius and Panacea rather than a back-street meth maker. Â Viva Argentina!