I decided to go further down to the transmitter building and once off the bliz line within no time I became disorientated and lost and realised how easy it is to lose your way and become lost in a bliz. I retraced my way back till I sighted a familiar building and made my way back to a bliz line (what a relief) and followed it all the way to the ANARESAT dome and went inside. The roar of the wind was deafening. I struggled my way back to the red shed falling hard on the ice at one stage. I couldn’t see any penguins or the elephant seal normally hanging about.
It sure was a good experience, but extremely hard work and I sure wouldn’t like to be caught out in one. One thing I noticed it’s not cold at all in a blizzard, usually around zero degrees and they produce massive amounts of static electricity. I kept getting zapped every time I touched something and in a very strong blizzard you can light a florescent tube just by holding it against the window. After my bliz walk I spent a couple of hours vacuum cleaning all the top level of the red shed. Tonight we all got dressed up and had a flash dinner and Justin did an excellent job.
The red shed is our living and recreation building and the following photos are all inside the red shed
The heritage girls of Mawson were sexy girly photos that were put on the roof and walls of the Biscoe hut from the original Mawson Station dating back to the 1950's. They were all riped down and torn to shreds by two feminists in 2008. The outraged men on station painstakingly stuck them all back together and they now remain a prized possession out of sight of any one else who might me offended in "The heritage girls of Mawson"proudly on display at the entrance to the Catabatic Bar.
The heritage girls of Mawson