“Good morning, good morning” the now familiar voice waking us for the big day. Eight in the morning and it was still dark. If ever I felt apprehension – this was it. Still on another level I was feeling alive really alive. We were all fellow adventurers, and the unknown was out there waiting.
After a light breakfast we disembarked and ferried to the base and made ready. There were a pile of instructions to remember – logistics, safety and of course respect. Penguins have right of way, so no kicking the birds around while you are running.
At Bellingshausen there is a Russian Orthodox Church, the furthest south of any Christian Church.
Part of what I present is simply pictorial – for this is a place that attacks your senses. It is big and bold, and beautiful. I am by no means a photographer; the gift comes kind courtesy Mother Nature.