Never follow the way that it has been already laid because it will only take you to the place others have been.
Alexander Graham Bell
Travelling to Antarctica is something that bugged me for years for no specific reason. Perhaps was that attraction travellers have to know the unknown.
It is also the perceived risk to go where so many people have died in the search of discovering new land or whalers and fur hunters, all the stories written about the most dangerous waters in the world.
Crossing the Francis Drake Channel on the way to Antarctica was going to give me that adrenalin rush having read much about the roaring forties and screaming fifties.
The departure point was Ushuaia, a pretty town on the shore of the Beagle Channel in the southern part of the Argentinian Patagonia.
Navigation in the Channel was as expected with waves of six meters and winds up to fifty knots giving you the Rolling Pin massage while trying to sleep.
Once in Antarctica I can’t help thinking of the Titanic when the ship I was in kept hitting the floating ice and as we navigated through dozens of icebergs a few kilometres long and up to 80 meters high.
You also understood the determination and ambition of explorers such as Shackleton, Mawson, and Scott amongst many others,and the dedication of today’s researchers.
You feel that you are at the end of the world where your boat is the only modern thing around you. The only sound comes from penguin, seals, whales ,blowing air as they surface and the occasional bang created by ice breaking of the multitude of glaciers.
Being the Southern summer we experienced a few sunny days while others with temperatures below zero and snow driven horizontally by katabatic winds elevated by the chill factor made the outdoors untenable.
You are aware that you are living an experience very few people do as every day the view changes.