I look out the tall windows beside me, frothy waves crashing up against them, feeling like a banana in a blender.
A visit to the great white continent teaches important lessons about emptiness and austerity and the calming and restorative effects of its inherent simplicity.
The wildlife is all around – a Weddell seal sleeping it off on an iceberg and gentoo, Adelie and chinstrap penguins shooting through the water in their little squads.
There were moments when I wondered if I'd get bored of all the ice.
It was a moment of such stupid levels of beauty that it has taken me weeks to convince myself it actually happened.
Seeing what is around you involves much more than just opening your eyes.
The good news is that an after-ski drink goes down just as well here as it does anywhere else on the snow-capped earth.
To get here, everything hinges on one almighty, uncontrollable, unfathomable factor – the weather.