Yes, God is in Antarctica too!

This is an article with a clever title "There's no God in Antarctica" that attracted me to take a look. I have never heard of the author, Jo Stewart, or the site vice.com, a magazine of some kind. There are some language used in this article seems to be unnecessary, may be just for the magazine.  Anyway, the article is a super travelogue with super pictures that I have not seen elsewhere. And this video is well worth the watching to feel the ocean in action down there!

I found especially intriguing are the two pictures interior and exterior of the church I don't think I have seen other Antarctica articles ever mention:

along with this narration:

Obviously whoever built Trinity Church on King George Island hadn’t heard the old sailor’s adage, “Below 50 degrees south there is no law; below 60 degrees south there is no God.” This little slice of Russian Orthodoxy is maintained by a priest year-round, and he does such a good job it even has a church-like smell—that unmistakable potpourri of candles, incense, guilt, and shame. That’s an impressive feat given the funk of penguin vomit and seal excrement almost constantly hanging in the air in Antacrtica.

So I find myself admiring the author to go to Antarctica and willing to spend time to visit and experience the church smell!

And this interesting signs picture:

with the background scenery shows surprisingly a calm and tranquil Antarctica Ocean. For the trip of getting down there the author has this to say:

For many, the trek to Antarctica involves sailing from the southern tip of South America and crossing the Drake Passage, a.k.a., “the Drake,”  which is known for whipping up some of the roughest seas on the planet. Just for the record: I hate the Drake. Most travellers get to experience the passage from a comfy cruise ship with an icebreaker hull (still not exactly a picnic), but if you’re in a smaller working yacht, as I was, it’s a whole different kettle of krill. In storms, these yachts lurch, roll, and shake so violently that eating is futile given the inevitable seasickness, sleep is nearly impossible, and a simple task like dressing yourself is pure slapstick. Being surrounded by a churning, featureless gray-black monster that has no regard for your life is a sobering experience for a land dweller.

which is of course no surprise to any one. It also reaffirms that I have no intention of visiting Antarctica even on a cruise ship.  

Upon enjoy reading this superb travelogue I like to register one disagreement with the author -- I would like to change the title to "Yes, there's God in Antarctica too!"