There is vastness. A feeling that you don’t belong here but that you are allowed to visit. If you follow the rules. If you understand how insignificant you are.
This story, this chronicle, was intended to be a day by day report of sightings and doings while cruising the 7th Continent. But Antarctica has other priorities and communication with the outside world was not on its list. It’s priority is to make you see and feel the 7th Continent.
Notes help recall the mundane. Pictures try to show the surroundings. But the feelings are the most important. They are the essence of Antarctica.
Here, over the next few days, will be a look back at two weeks of the indescribable.