Moshing in McMurdo. That's how one prepares for New Year's Eve in Antarctica. The community here gathered all afternoon before a truck bed-turned-stage and listened to scientists-turned-punk rockers pound on guitars, dance and sing. It's all part of the annual Icestock Festival.
Afterwards, we went to the "Galley" for our New Year's dinner before heading out next door to New Zealand's Antarctic Base to bring in 2007. At dinner we asked for grapes, it's a Cuban thing: Eat 12 grapes at the stroke of midnight in the New Year. They had none, so we settled for a couple of scoops of raisins. We'll bring them with us to the Kiwi Camp, gobble them down in about an hour and a half. Half a day earlier than we would have at home, on the other side of the globe.
December 31, 2006 10:37 p.m.
It was too cold to walk to the Kiwi Station, so JC and I brought in 2007 here at the American Station instead. Improvisation ensued, we toasted the New Year with Penguin plastic cups... HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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