Christmas Eve
It's 6am on christmas eve and I'm struggling to stay awake for the last two hours of this 12 hour shift. These are always the hardest. When it's quiet and warm inside and sleepiness creeps back in again. Outside, I forget to be quiet. Razzing around on my skiddoo, carrying newly arrived passengers, offloading cargo from the ship, picking up boxes and bringing them to buildings, unpacking box upon box upon box of tinned potatoes.
Last year I was driving across the sea ice, this year I'm at the Halley end, a winterer who has seen this before. With all these fresh faces around overflowing with enthusiasm in glaringly bright new orange overalls, I am reminded of myself last year, the year before, and it's ok to see the change too. I'm more competent, I know my way around, I know how things work and get done, this is my home. I can start a skiddoo on my own and take people where they need to go, I can lift heavy boxes and dig snow so it makes a difference. I am still a girl on base and ask for help when I need it, but I've learnt when I need it and when I don't. No-one is offering to carry those boxes for me any more or start my skiddoo. I live here. But it's their new home too.
The ship made it in with little difficulty and the Relief exercise this year has so far been very smooth. The major anxiety for me was in receiving our scientific cargo, one component of which is a very expensive 7 tonne ISO container on the weight-limit threshold for the kind of conditions we had last year. It, and the rest of our boxes, arrived before my first night shift had even begun. And all before christmas. Already, we're off to a good start.
The ship also brought with it post. POST! Letters and cards, packages and parcels. My dear friends out there know me very well. Presents for my thirtieth, five months late but not a minute too soon, and one big box from my family that I opened today full of chocolate and moisturiser, more chocolate, pates, biscuits, chocolate and shower gel. And some more chocolate. At this stage in the year, all I want is consumables and it seems I'll be doing a lot of consuming during the next few weeks!
A few friends, unasked, sent me underwear.. made me laugh as you have no idea how welcome that is! That's something else I've noticed: everyone who has been here for the winter suddenly looks more shabby. Or rather, new folk look more preened. New colours have appearred in the building – bright purple hats and brightly coloured t-shirts. T-shirts that are really white. Without noticing, everything we own has faded and been worn to extreme. Everyone has holes and patches in their outer clothing, but it's more a mark of recognition here than carelessness.
We have fruit as well. I thought I would miss fresh fruit and veg so much but I haven't. It's nice to see an orange again and bite into an apple but really, the earth didn't move. I wanted for nothing, which somehow makes the presents even more indulgent.
It's christnmas eve. I shall try and phone my family later today. I imagine I'll either work or sleep through most of the celebrations but it's the best time of summer to be here. When the action really happens. Boys and their toys in the biggest playground in the world. Bulldozers and cranes, skiddoos and sno-cats, masses of space to build and lift and dig and drop and move and do all those things kids dream of. It's a living dream, for me anyway.
Merry Christmas.
PS. The penguins have grown right up now. Like fat adolescents instead of cute kids. I wrote a little blog when I went to visit them last but it's in my room where my room-mate, on dayshift, is currently sleeping. Photos attached anyway!
Posted by Rhian at 10:25 EST
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Hooray for penguins - have a fabulous Christmas and enjoy the summer! xx
Posted by: Michelle at 10:46 EST, December 24, 2004
The New National Geographic World Atlas was under the Xmas tree here (in Ireland) and first thing I did was check to see if they got Halley right. Sure enough, you're on the map. All -- what, 12? -- of you.
Posted by: Stefan Geens at 6:36 EST, December 25, 2004
18 actually. You forgot a third of the local population!
Posted by: Rhian at 6:51 EST, February 21, 2005
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