I woke in my bunk that morning and could not for the life of me figure out where I was in the first 30 seconds. The gentle rocking and serious lack of head room didn’t even give it away. I was dazed and confused! This was not an uncommon state of mind for me to wake up in these day! I wiped the porthole and looked out. I’M IN ANTARCTICA! Of course I was! I had just spent the last five days sailing past Cape Horn and across the Drake. How could I have forgotten, even in the earliest seconds of my waking day!
There was no mistaking the scenery outside. It was magnificent. Awe inspiring!
As my consciousness slowly caught up with the rest of me, the reality of my situation came crashing through my drowsiness, I smiled. I was not only in Antarctica! Today was V-Day. Today was the day Rhonda and I would land on it’s shores! Today I was going to ride my motorbike on Antarctica!
This day was about achieving a personal goal andrealising what initially seemed an unrealistic goal. It was about taking the rough with the smooth, fighting the fears, concerns, hurdles and naysayers and getting rewarded for it. I was going to actually do it and nothing else at that moment mattered! From now on I knew I could do anything if I wanted it badly enough. Hard work and sheer pig headedness will take you a long way. That, and treating people with respect along the way. It may sound corny but it goes a long way! Be yourself. Be genuine. Be open. You never know who might come back to help you realise your dreams!