We had been sailing in open ocean, free from obstacles or friction.
I was jolted awake by several impacts as the vessel pounded raw Antarctic ice.
It was 11pm and we had hit the ice pack.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed the camera.
Ice islands as far as the eye could see.
It looks like the molten surface of another world, a frozen world, maybe one of Jupiter’s or Saturn’s many moons.
It may as well be another planet. Cold and hostile.
I look at my watch 11.07pm. It is correct. The sun is up and shining bright.
Now, this IS Antarctica.
I started filming.
(I will upload some of my own image once the technology allows, but in the meantime this will give you an idea)