Travel Reference
In-Depth Information
When we arrived, we waited at the airstrip for Dillon's plane to
arrive. At last, the plane descended from the clearest, crispest, bluest sky
and rumbled to a halt. My heart pounded as I stood waiting for the door
to open and the passengers to disembark. Suddenly, there was my son.
Dillon saw me and his face split into the biggest grin. I was cry-
ing behind my dark snow glasses. We ran to each other and embraced.
'Son,' I said, 'it's so good to see you! I've dreamed about this moment
for so long.' I held him tight and was overwhelmed by love for my boy.
I said, 'How have you been?' and he said, 'Good,' and I said, 'How's
Brooke'?' and he said 'Good,' and when I asked him how he was getting
on at school his reply was the same. Teenagers! Then he reached into
his bag and produced a packet of Tim Tams. I scoffed four in one gulp
and gave the rest to Eric, Clark and Jose. They'd earned them.
The pilots had told Dillon that he must be one of the youngest
people ever to have stood there, on the edge of the ice shelf. It was spe-
cial for me to be able to show him the view. I pointed out the direction
of the North Pole, Ellesmere Island, Greenland and Russia. I doubt
he's likely to forget the experience.
