By Alexa Thomson
She got here. She observed. She burnt the toast. a tender girl with a stellar urban occupation yet an expanding dissatisfaction with existence, Alexa applies for the location of prepare dinner with a personal corporation which organises Antarctic operations. Armed with an previous cookbook, she makes an attempt to create three-course nutrients with out electrical energy or working water and struggles to defrost meat within the coldest position in the world. lifestyles in a skinny nylon tent within the corporation of scientists, explorers and eccentrics quickly starts off to tackle awesome dimensions. As 75-mile-an-hour winds blow and tensions upward thrust, friendships - and love - are cast during this frozen neighbourhood. Alexa Thomson has been an online dressmaker for an funding financial institution and a author for Salon.com. She divides her time among Sydney and San Francisco
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Severin is fiddling with his communication system and compass. Mike is quizzing him on the value of such equipment. It seems a strange time to be testing such stuff at this point of the journey. Severin shrugs Mike’s comments off and watches us with steady eyes and a slight smile on his lips. Liv and Ann are sitting at the communal table laughing and talking. They are relieved to be at Blue 1 after waiting for weeks in Cape Town for the Ilyushin to arrive. All three of them seem in no hurry to charge out the door and I get a few minutes to chat to Liv and Ann about their trip.
In50 50 27/09/2005 16:35:33 Arrivals I t is the realm of Hans Christian Andersen. I am looking at the home of the Ice Queen. I stand at the door and gulp at a panorama of ice and snow. There are mountain ranges to the south that send a shiver of awe through me. Every book on Antarctica emphasises that it is the highest, flattest, driest, coldest… I knew it was the land of extremities but it’s one thing to read about it and quite another to bear witness to its blazing, frigid perfection. I stand at the exit of the plane and gaze mutely about me.
Rarely do jets of this size land at Blue 1. in48 48 27/09/2005 16:35:33 P OINT OF NO RETURN much smaller planes. We’re an experiment and I can’t recall being asked if I’d like to be part of it. I am an Antarctic crash test dummy. The machine starts to shake unbearably. My palms are sodden and I am stiff with fear. We’re all shuddering on our wooden seats and avoiding eye contact with one another. Now the plane is making an ever-increasing crescendo of high-pitched shrieks. The machine is thumping and thudding jerkily through the sky.
Antarctica on a Plate by Alexa Thomson