On one of our docking, we were allowed to meander around an Antarctic island for more than an hour. I had company in Srini Venkatramani. She was in full flow that day as I captured her through my lens and GoPro camera. The earth on the snow was black or muddy brown and was full of pebbles and round dark grey stones. Each one of us Q Travel explorers had a steel walking stick and were strictly asked to wear our black gumboots while walking on the Island. These had to be disinfected before the docking so that the pureness and sanctity of Antarctica and its earth remains intact.
The pebbled shore was hit by thin films of pure transparent water. The tide was low today but the late evening yellow sun was up and it could be seen throwing its orange glow into the dark blue and sapphire sky, thus, causing a unique array of colours to appear and disappear as the night sky approached. I stopped to take a look. Not very far from me was a wooden boat in a worn out and torn condition but with its basic shape and wooden structure intact. For me, that looked to be the best spot for me to take a photograph and that’s what I did. With the help of the couple from New Zealand, I got my picture taken with the boat in the background. It surely came out well, a stand out picture of the Antarctic journey.
I hung up my boots. For the last time, after the docking was over, I stood on the second deck balcony with a glass of whiskey staring at two black rubber jetties circling something. I paused to get a clear view and, in no time, I realised that the two boatmen had spotted a gigantic blue whale that was bobbing up and down at the surface of the sea. Yes, it was the huge poster whale. I finally spotted its huge tail surface out of the sea as the whale tossed and turned in the water. The jetty boat guys were having a gala time just pestering the poor beast. But I got a few good shots even if they were the shots of the butt of the blue whale. I can safely say that I did spot the gigantic blue whale.
A majority of French tourists had come to enjoy the beauty of these islands. Yes, the French were on this cruise in large numbers chatting away, smoking exotic cigarettes and drinking white wine and champagne. I took some time off and sat down with the French photography crew members. A babe was the videographer and a guy, a tall young looking smart stud, was the film editor and mixer. “Hey! You a travel blogger? That’s cool, sure, is a lot different than our work. Plus, you guys are on a very different interface. I would find blogging very difficult.” The couple from New Zealand explained. “Well, I have been doing it for three years but my equipment is amateurish in front of yours. Man, this video camera must be about 75,000 dollars.” I asked taking a breath. “Yeah, it’s expensive but then, we do very high-quality films with a lot of slo-mo shots, overhead shots and aerial projections. The editing is complicated though.” He tried to explain to me the finer points of his job. “I just can’t think how to make money out of blogging. Really, I am doing it for the kick.” My true sentiments came out as I explained to him what blogging meant to me.
But the whales and the photograph by the wooden boat will forever be entrenched in my mind. Wow, what a land, this Antarctica!