Antartida Dreaming
Ushuaia, 5th Nov 2019. It’s taken me two straight days to get from Sydney to the southernmost city in the world, lodged in front of the snow-capped Martial Mountains lining the Beagle Channel, but I’m wondering why I’ve even bothered. Melancholy is upon me. For the last five days, save the blessed relief of flight time, I’ve been hustling my arse off in an attempt to save the next four weeks of my life. And last Thursday it all looked so rosy! So near yet so far I’ve been pre
