All good things must come to an end and unfortunately my expedition in Antartica was one of those good things.
We had spent a phenomenal week exploring the rugged cold content and I was more than happy to spend my last afternoon in the ice graveyard of Planeau Bay.
Antartica has a limited colour palate but features every shade of blue and white. I made myself comfortable on the shores of this final landing spot and admired the masterpiece that is Antartica for the final time.
I watched the seals at play, I watched the ice peacefully float through the scene and I watched the young penguins chase their mothers for food and cautiously investigate my boots.
I made sure I was alone to completely embrace this last moment in a part of the world that had completely stolen my heart.
There was sun but I had discovered that the sunnier days in Antartica could be the coldest. And I shivered on shore thinking about the explorers that had braved much harsher conditions in much darker Antarctic seasons.
I was devastated to be having to say goodbye to Antartica and I could only hope that the wonder of the continent would always stay with me in more monotonous times.of my life.
How lucky I was to be admiring ice, penguins and seals through eyes that had become to adapted to iPhone screens and ascetic overdoses.
How lucky I was to be living a life full of wonder, adventure and awe and meeting such wonderful people along the way.
How lucky I was to be alive.
(I write this months later than the day itself but every feeling and memory seems as crystal clear as I put these memories into words.)