...all icebergs start out blue.
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11 comments:
Have you seen the stripey ones? Now they are cool. I believe yr aunt and uncle have some snaps :)
Hah! It was their snaps I saw this morning that inspired this (brief) post!
Were they in Antarctica? I was there a couple of years ago and the beauty of the icebergs sometimes made me cry.
They were in Chile. But,wow, I can imagine icebergs in Antarctica would take your breath away.
I remember seeing icebergs from the sky while flying to the US. Even though they were only dots on the ocean, I was still amazed by them.
They are quite dauntingly spectacular. Apparently the noise they make is incredible. Which almost seems like an oxymoron.
Yeah they're loud bastards alright.
One time I was on the continent and there was a feeling in the air. Like that feeling you get before a thunderstorm, where your skin prickles. We all looked at each other, slightly unnerved. Then there was a huge cracking sound, like the bones of the Gods breaking, and a chunk of ice about the size of an 8 storey house fell off a huge iceberg. Waves about 3 foot high washed up upon the gravel beach and ice we stood on and the penguins all ran funnily inland. They call it calving. Which amused me. Though I can understand why.
Holemaster, loud throaty bastards.
Meadow, 'like the bones of the Gods cracking' - perfect description!
Largest iceburgs we saw were from the flight deck of a 747 (London-New York) back in the days when you could go up and chat. The pilot pointed somewhere near Greenland and said "can you see those iceburgs?" When we said no, he helpfully tilted the plane for us until we could see them all. Never mind those people drinking coffee in cattle class!
Now that's service !
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