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Always have I wondered what it'd look like within the shores of the coastal borders of the Antarctica, a dreamland where mother nature must have left her footprints for trace, a resort to those who seek solace in the exploits of nature. As I walked on the seashore, I could feel the cold embrace of the oceans and the coldness it drove down my spine, I had to beckon on Hemsworth, my tour guide i had earlier travelled with just to be sure I wasn't the only one at the mercy of mother nature. The rhythmic tappings of the penguins in response to somewhat musical orchestration only they could hear was a glimpse worth of the catch. A closer look at the seashore revealed with it ice dunes I could tell were blueprints of shipwreckages that must have been voyages back in time. The flight of the snow petrels brought with it a glistening look on the ice dunes, The cold mountains had with it reefs of icebergs that gave a reflection of what I believe must have been me. It must have been the mating season for the Polar bears as they emerged in their numbers trudging quietly towards the ice dunes in harmony in somewhat celebration we weren't pre-informed of. Building a tent with Hemsworth was as exciting as embarking on a voyage through the Antarctic ocean as we had to source for wood deep within the peninsula which afforded us the opportunity to catch a glimpse of some of the terrestrial life at the Antarctica The warmness of the shores at night as the oceans bathed it in a rather kindly manner posed a similar likening to the gemutlichkeit between a husband and his wife. As I stood steadily gazing at mother nature's magnificence, a billion dollar thought struck me so hard I almost at a time couldn't feel my legs, the thought of starting a new life at the Antarctica for mother nature had presented more than I could ever ask for, but could i? As I continue to ponder on this thought without a definite answer, a warm but familiar hand had touch me on the back and as I opened my eyes in dismay, there my mother was trying to wake me up to go do the dishes from the wooden bed that had left bed signs on my back. Only then did it dawn on me that it had all been a dream and as I tried to find my way with a faint lamp on my hand to the back of our thatched roof house somewhere in the slums of Africa, i could but only wish for my dream to come true.