Crevasse of Doom...

Actually, more like "Crevasse of Frozen Water", which is probably a lot colder and prettier than doom... Anyway, i'm sticking this in as my first post in ages due to mid-winter celebrations and week "off", and communications problems (as distinct from "communication problems"...). A post will follow on what we got up to during the darkest week in an Antarctican's year. On saturday night, when most people in the civilized world between the ages of 15 and 25 are getting "drunk and pissed up on booze", (that's a "The Day Today" joke....!) me and 8 other people decided to spend a night in the Local Crevasse, which is about 1km from Rothera on the Local Glacier.

The interior, after abseiling about 30 feet through a small entrance hole, is absolutely stunning, exactly how i imagined an ice cave to be like when imagining such things as a child (reading Hans Christian Anderson stories perhaps, or Narnia or somesuch yarn with suitably evil ice queen). I hope some of these pictures can give you some idea of how excellent this place is. Also i had my little recording device with me because you can ping the icicles with a finger or another icicle (or kick some of the really huge ones) and they make beautiful resonant sounds like a glass glockenspiel (glassgenspiel?). OK that's enough words - besides, it has been proven that 1 picture is worth roughly a thousand times more than 1 word...