Dec 04
It was a long, long time to spend 8 months in a snowcave. I slept alot to try and forget about the cold; when I’d wake, I’d shiver and shake. I tried to think of sunny days, but in the dark it was hard.
The best part about the cave was the fish – they were really tasty, and I ate better than if I’d been in the sea! I counted the days until Patriot Hills would reopen; on a calender I ticked off each day and carefully planned how I would jump aboard the team’s sleds – without being caught for dinner by some hungry adventurer!
Again, Ronny came to my aid; he let me hide down here until November 11th. Late that night, he came to the cave and woke me from a deep sleep. ‘Time to move, Polly, the team is due to fly on one of the twin otters tomorrow, to Hercules Inlet, at the edge of the land mass of Antarctica, to begin their 1140km ski to the South Pole.’
My heart leapt with excitement and I followed him up to Jon’s sled, where I’ve been hidden ever since!
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