Monthly Archives: January 2010

Antarctica: A Whiter Shade of Pale

“We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more…”
© Procol Harum

In what feels like trillion metre high swells, we hang on dearly with “one hand for the ship.” Enduring the infamous Drake Passage is a reminder that perhaps we’re not supposed to be here. That we are very small and feeble in the shadow of Mother Nature’s wrath.

Yet I know in my heart that I’m meant to be here. I stare out at the waves crashing into the ship’s bow with a mix of reverence and foolish bravado as we continue south.

And when the turbulence subsides we find ourselves in the wonderland that we came here for, but with every adjective exponentially more than we could have imagined.

Where everything is a shade of white. Except when it’s blue…

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Antarctica: The Sweetest Hangover

“If there’s a cure for this,
I don’t want it, don’t want it… “

© Marilyn McLeod & Pamela Sawyer

Stendhal syndrome, according to Wikipedia, is an illness causing rapid heartbeat, dizziness, fainting, confusion and hallucinations when exposed to a large amount of art in a single place or when confronted with immense beauty in the natural world. I’ve most certainly fallen victim. My head is still spinning. My feet have not yet touched the ground. I am intoxicated by what I’ve seen and what I’ve felt during my journey through the land of ice. Most definitely the sweetest hangover, I don’t want to get over…

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