After a filling dinner and a final briefing a lucky group of passengers grab their warm clothes and sleeping kit and ride to the snow covered island through a pristine Antarctic evening. We take our time selecting the perfect sleeping position and assemble our beds before roaming our island, ecstatic and over-awed at where we would be spending the next few hours. Several groups spend the evening in amicable conversation while others retire early or take the opportunity to spend time alone, immersing themselves in the inexplicable immensity that is Antarctica. Even after numerous outings it is still a unique experience to lie in my bivvy bag listening to the companionable rumblings of the passengers and to the glaciers that crack and grumble all around me while wayward penguins crunch across the ice on their way to the water. The otherworldly calls of Weddell seals and the far off sounds of whales breathing out in the bay accompany me during another memorable night beneath the polar stars.