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Nobody spoke. At 80 degrees North, the 25-year-old hull creaked in the ice. Camera shutters whirred while expedition staff and passengers stared spellbound. A gargantuan male polar bear stood, flat-footed, only a few feet beneath us on the Norwegian pack ice. Had I leaned just a little further over the ship’s rail, we could...
Blogyourwaytoantarctica.com ought to be renamed. Unfortunately, the whole competition seems to be less about blogging than marketing – it’s simply about votes. In fact, it may just as well be called sellyourgrandmother.com for all it has to do with reporting on events. So I’ve joined the capitalist scramble to the summit, and created a...
