Words cannot describe it and my vocabulary fails me… Otherworldly, incredible, indescribable, profound: are words that hardly even apply. Through the foggy mists that envelop her shores, glaciers rise up to staggering heights and the icebergs dip and sway in their leviathan dance towards the open sea. Her cliffs protrude of ice and rocks looming over the ship. ‘Here thar be monsters,’ the maps once read, but now the giant beast that traipse these waters are friendly and often come out to play.
Nothing can compare… not mountains nor glaciers, not cathedrals nor twisted sky-scrapping steel. What makes Antarctica such an heart wrenching emotional place is embedded within. It’s the combination of rock and peak, snow and ice, history and legend, myth and magic that make this place a marvel of the world, a fading spectacle, that only we few may ever enjoy.
Indeed neither words nor photographs can describe this dreamscape; so grand, so magnificent, so seemingly invincible through my feeble eyes. Maybe only in the keenest of poetry or loveliest of songs can these notions of greatness be portrayed. Ernest Shackleton said, “What the ice gets, the ice keeps,” talking about his ship and others that are caught within and doomed to sink under the tremendous crushing force of the Weddell Sea’s ice. But I wonder if such a man was being poetic in such a time of dire uncertainty; for even after the ensuing disaster he knew he had to come back. As for me, the Ice has got my imagination captivated and I know my thoughts, my dreams and my delusions will remain here, kept within the ice for a long, long time to come. To Antarctica! The southern most continent you stolen my intrigue.