This morning we sailed into a sea of icefloes of various shades of white and blue. We were mesmerized by their size and almost geometrical shapes. Some carried small passengers dressed in feathery tuxedos, unimpressed by our presence. Soon, Coulman Island was in sight and its iced peaks were reflected in the water like a monochrome polaroid.
Our ship pushed through the fast ice until it was firm and safe to go exploring. The fresh snow on the ground encouraged some intrepid guests to put-on cross-country skis and go farther faster, while others donned snowshoes for their adventures on ice.
A couple of crabeater seals emerged through a breathing hole onto the ice and slid gracefully between us until they reached their napping spot.
