I've always had a fascination with Arctic/Antarctic exploration. And when I visited Iceland recently I had a whole 3 hours of it and felt the chill in my soul as well as my bones, when I realised I was down to the last three hobnobs in my supplies, and the firm thighs of my fellow explorers looked appealing as I imagined them sizzling in seal blubber.
I felt like Shackleton, Scott, Peary, Ross, Nansen, and when my sunglasses (snow goggles for the day) flew off in the breeze, I bravely reached down and retrieved them from a crevasse that was at least 12 inches deep.
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