So we are getting the hang of this Antarctica lark. Our room is right at the front of the boat, so the routine is to get up after a night of being gently rocked to sleep by the ocean; look bleary eyed out the window at a few passing icebergs; head down for a hearty cooked breakfast; climb into our parkas, waterproof trousers and fluffy hats; hop in a zodiac and off we go. And this morning was like any other, except for the huge protective steel plate the crew put over our window which blocked out the view \u2013 apparently this the sort of thing is standard when you are dodging icebergs in the night. Oh well, I guess we can just about cope with that.<\/p>\n
But what exactly were<\/em> we going to do today? We had already ticked off our Antarctica must dos \u2013 we had seen penguins, whales, icebergs, seals and glacier covered mountains. We had already toasted each other with mulled wine in a zodiac while being rocked by the heavy swell from gargantuan chunks of ice falling off the side of cliffs hundreds of meters away. We had already tobogganed screaming down the side of a glacier. I mean, what else was left?<\/p>\n Well\u2026<\/p>\n I don’t know if the crew choreographed it or whether it was just sheer good luck, but the third and last day of our visit to Antarctica was simply unbelievable.<\/p>\n And now, the photographs\u2026<\/p>\n\n\t\t\n