This is our fourth week in Antarctica and we start to miss certain things. Oli dreams about sitting on the green grass under a willow tree and misses a lamp chop (with mint sauce). Dana is looking forward to the skiing season in the European Alps after riding on the sledge for many kilometres on the bumpy Darwin glacier. Ekki would enjoy seeing the sun actually set. Since there is no wildlife so far South, I miss my little parrot named Kea, who wakes me up early morning’s with her tweets.