BnC going South – Bottles And Chains

As a newly inducted international member of BnC I can spread the BnC
religion to places other than Tas. When I arrived in Hobart for my
internship at CSIRO I was presented with this great opportunity of
travelling on a big orange ship. Not only would this be an awsome
personal experience, I also felt responsible for spreading the BnC
virus as far south as humanly possible. No BnC-member had travelled
as far south as I was about to. American Dave did a good job
travelling to the south island of New Zealand, but my journey would
take me all the way to the continental shelf of Antarctica.

After 6 days at sea, today was the day. We had passed the 60S mark,
officially entering the Antarctic circle. But we where going further
still. The Aurora Australis was bashing through the ice, delivering
us to a place surrounded by ice as far as the eye can see. The wind
was blowing at 40 knots and with the wind chill factor at maximum
strenght I was going outside for a picture at -35C. I pulled out the
BnC flag, nearly losing it in the insane wind. I had to use my teeth
to hold it, which wasn’t the best idea, because it was hurting very
bad. But it’s results that count, and what a result it is! The BnC
flag at 65S, very close to the Antarctic continent.

Keeping to the BnC religion, pictures of me drinking and riding a
bike will follow…

Timbo