Arrival at Whichaway Camp on the Shirmacher Oasis in Queen Maud Land. The three centralized pods held the kitchen, lounge, and dining room.

Hey Younger Me,

It’s me, your older self. I’ve been asked to write you a letter that foretells the myriad accomplishments and setbacks you’ll experience in life. A compendium, really, of the knowledge and wisdom I’ve gained since I was your age, and whatever other sage advice I may have to ease your journey. I guess sort of like a psychic friend crossed with a fairy godmother, with a dash of Yoda, Dear Abby, Polonius, and the Ghost of Things to Come… tossed into 750 to 1,000 words.

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