Beth in the cockpit on the way to Antarctica
As the plane roared off from Paris Charles de Gaulle airport, I realised with excitement and a little trepidation that our Antarctic adventure was finally taking off as well.
We flew down via Singapore to New Zealand, in order to approach Antarctica after a last stop for supplies and final preparations. Arriving in Christchurch, we were quickly taken to the International Antarctic Centre, where we were briefed on safety protocols and the flight procedures. I watched a few tourists being driven around in the Antarctic trucks at the museum and imagined that in less than 24 hours I would be driven in them on the Antarctic ice for real.
This was our final chance to get any last minute supplies. I bought only flip-flops. Not the most obvious essential for life in Antarctica, but I thought they would come in pretty handy for life in a research station.
We now departed in an impressive Hercules plane towards the Italian Antarctic coastal station Mario Zuchelli. The plane crew kindly invited me to join them in the cockpit. I enjoyed watching the sea gradually turn to ice as we approached the vast frozen ...