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Antarctica – Exploring Underwater Volcanoes with the Penguins. July 17, 2008

Posted by wordsmith101 in Sciences, Tora, Travels.
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This is the story of how I came to live with the penguins for a full year:

It was a Sunday morning, Mrs. Snaggletooth carried the morning paper from the foryer to my bedroom, as she did everyday, I flipped through to the help wanted section only to find the help wanted ad that would change my life:

Men Wanted: For hazardous journey. Small wages, bitter cold, long months of complete darkness, constant danger, safe return doubtful. Honour and recognition in case of success.

It sounded so enticing that I immediately called the number provided, and was asked to arrive at the harbour for an interview that afternoon.  The man with whom I spoke said his name was Shacklebum, I charmed him with my singing and he said that he liked the look of me, hiring me on the spot. 

The following day I said goodbye to Mrs. Snaggletooth and arrived at the harbour prepared for my journey to Antarctica. Our journey was perilous, but whisky and song help us through.  Upon arriving in Antarctica I suffered from a very serious bout of laringitis, and I was unable to sing for weeks.  The ship was planning to leave Antarctica as winter was moving closer, but they refused to let me board as without my singing voice, I was of no use to them.  There I was with the penguins… all alone, and without even an internet connection. 

As time passed, I came to be one of the penguins,  I ate fish, I rode the ice luge, I even took the pelts of the dead penguins and sewed together a penguin suit.  As my voice returned I found penguin love, sharing songs with these beautiful creatures.  As my penguin pelt suit became complete I was able to start diving with the penguins to explore underwater volcanoes.  It is unfortunate that the lense of my underwater camera broke, and I am not able to share their underwater beauty with you.

Despite the joy of spending this time with the penguins, I began to yearn for Mrs.Snaggletooth’s company, and the warm neon lights of my corner karaoke bar.  It was agreed that my penguin family would escort me across the ocean in my penguin pelt to Patagonia, where I could continue on my journey home.  The pelt kept me warm, and my escorts pulled me along when I became too tired to swim.  After 54 hours of swimming, we arrived in Patagonia and had our tear filled goodbyes. 

The first 3 ships I tried to hitch to Buenos Aires wouldn’t pick me up in my penguin pelt suit, but you know what they say, “4th time is a charm”, and the 4th ship I was able to flag down provided me with a jumpsuit to change into, and took me all the way to Panama… but that is a story for another day.

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