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

You just know some things are wrong. Being shaken down by a Buddhist monk at a thousand-plus-year-old temple is one of those things.

It was my second-to-last day in NoKo. How anything could still surprise me by that point in my trip, I have no idea. Yet somehow, it did.

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