DAY SIXTEEN: A Cycletourist's Crossroad
Indian Ocean to the South Pole
Every once in a while, I find myself in the right place at exactly the right time. To my great fortune, that's exactly what happened this morning as Captain Skull guided his pirate ship into a small bay on the coast of Antarctica. The bay was lined with those massive glaciers the continent is noted for.
There was no way I could resist taking a video of those incredibly thick slabs of ice. Then something happened that I was totally unprepared for. You can hear the SHOCK in my voice.
(I'm going to have to speak to my special effects coordinator about that video.)
Captain Skull explained what happened. "That, my scurvy friend, was what'cha call 'calving.' It's when a whale-sized chunk of ice falls off the edge of a continent-sized chunk of ice."
"Interesting," I said. Then I added, "in Minnesota, 'calving' means something entirely different."
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Once again, there were hugs, handshakes (for those who still had a hand) and tearful goodbyes as I walked The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong down the gangplank onto the Antarctic shore. And once again, there were promises from the entire crew to pick me up at the end of my Antarctic adventure and to bring me to the next continent. The camaraderie among pirates is very, very special.
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I didn't care how difficult the conditions were; I was on a mission. It wasn't enough just to be among an elite handful of bike tourists to do a little riding on this forbidding continent. I felt compelled to go a step further. I'm going to ride all the way to the South Pole.
I was feeling pretty smug about my unequaled determination. Little did I know, I had some competition.
I've been over half-way around the world now, and I haven't seen a single other bike tourist. It was almost inconceivable that I would meet the first one here in Antarctica. But that's exactly what happened.
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Makes you think.
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"I've got a good idea," I began.
"What's that?" G-2 asked with an air of being at least somewhat interested.
"Maybe we should ride to the South Pole together."
"You know, that might not be such a bad thing. I really wanted to beat you there, but I worry about the wind picking me up again and blowing me hundreds of miles off course."
"Right? I'd rather beat you there too, but maybe we can arrive together and be Co-Conquerers of the South Pole."
"Let's do it," G-2 finalized.
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It was a long slog, and I think I was more of an asset to G-2 than he was to me, but we eventually found the South Pole. It was one of our greatest moments of cycling glory.
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After reaching the South Pole, we knew we had to make some kind of shelter in order to get a little sleep. When we built a small community of snow & ice shelters, we congratulated ourselves on being the best housing developers on the continent.
Incredibly, another bike tourist came along. It was another solo rider from the U.S. Her name was Doris, and she asked if she could share one of our dwellings. G-2 was smitten and replied, "hell yeah."
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The sun never went down, but we tucked into our respective sleeping bags and slept the satisfied sleep of hardy adventurers.
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