Christmas in Antarctica may not be what you’re imagining.
It’s the height of summer, for starters, and the temperatures have been in the 20s, 30s and even occasionally the 40s (Fahrenheit). The snow is almost all gone, and the sea ice is breaking up. I spent an hour yesterday out at Hut Point watching seals swim lazily in the channels of open water that last week were merely cracks in the ice.
All that (relatively) warm air and moisture means one thing: fog.
The C-17 that was due in from Christchurch days ago still hasn’t arrived, which means a lot of people who hoped to be home for Christmas won’t be. But, more importantly, the plane’s inability to land (due to fog) has resulted in a Freshies Crisis… all of our salad and fresh fruits and vegetables, including tons of strawberries meant to be dipped in chocolate for the big Christmas buffet, are not coming.
Apparently, Santa decided we were naughty.
Some people are complaining about it (there’s always someone who’s got to grouse about something), but most of us just shrug it off. Yes, there will be no fresh strawberries for Christmas this year. Because we’re in Antarctica and it’s foggy. Deal with it.
I know I am… actually, I think it’s awesome to be living in a place where Mother Nature still holds sway.