The South Pole.
My father was a sailor a long time ago and he always tells us these amazing stories about the places he has gone, mostly because he go into some situation, but he was a sailor right?
My personal favorites are the ones about the South Pole:
The year was 1978 and sailing the seas was his job at the time, the trip was marked sailing from Hobart, Tasmania, a state capitol in Australia to the South Pole. The whole point of this trip was to sail expedition people to and from the lands. It was a cold trip but always very extraordinary. So one day as they were sailing around in the edge of the pole and measuring the different states of the water they started naming the small islands. It’s always easier to map out islands with a name and then write the measurements in a separate journal. And so they came to name an island after him,”Lundgaard’s paradise”, strange name you might say, and that would be a yes and no.
You know what else you can find on the South Pole? Penguins, some of the most self centered, stupid and yet brilliant animals you will find. For example, they will stand in a lot of layers right up to the edge of a huge cliff to the water and then to check if there are whales in the water the back ones will start pushing everyone forward till there are a few in the front that has fallen into the water, and then they will stop pushing and just wait to see if the penguins made it or got eaten by whales, and if they made it they all jump in, if they didn’t, they find another cliff and do it all over again. The point is that on the south pole there’s a lot of snow holes, as I call them, holes into the snow, and every once in a while a few small penguins fall into them. The wholes aren’t extremely deep, but they still can’t get out on there own. So one day as my dad, and two other sailors, a man and a woman, are walking out on the huge amounts of snow the woman sees one of these holes with a small penguin in it. If the penguin doesn’t find a magical way to get out, it’s most likely dead. She finds it sad that a cute little penguin should die so she decides they have to save it, saving a penguin is pretty hard since if you don’t hold it in the right way it will slap you, and that will cause bruises-big ones. So she gets my dad and the other sailor convinced that they have to help, so my dad is held in his legs by the other sailor and slowly lowered into the hole, where he grabs the penguin by it’s neck then pushes it to the ground and following grabs it around it’s wings and pushes it under his jacket where he then held tight around it as he was lifted up. He then passed the penguin on to the lady she brushed it of and put in on the snow, I don’t know if you have over seen how fast a penguin can go, I have, and it sure is fast. They were most likely only able to same it because it was a small normal type of penguin, if it had been a type called a emperor penguin the probably could not have done it.
