A visit to a Russian plane and a visit by a Russian plane

Two planes in one day

A courageous group of expeditioners set out on a daring mission, driven by whispers of a long-lost Russian airport hidden deep within a crevasse field. Led by the invincible Jason, a seasoned mountaineer with a knack for navigating the unforgiving Antarctic terrain, the team comprised of three other eager expeditioners Mark, Andy and Dave.

As they began their trek, the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the glimmering snow and ice. The biting wind howled, but the promise of discovery pushed them forward. The Lisunov Li-2 was rumoured to have been abandoned after a mysterious crash over five decades ago.

“Stay close together,” Jason called out, his voice nearly swallowed by the wind. “The crevasse field is unpredictable.”

The team carefully manoeuvred around the yawning chasms that sliced through the ice like jagged teeth. Each step was calculated, the crunch of their boots echoing in the eerie silence. As they pressed on, the landscape transformed, the crevasses becoming deeper and more pronounced. It was a surreal world, where sunlight refracted off the ice, creating an otherworldly glow.

After an hour of trekking, Mark spotted something in the distance. “Look!” he exclaimed, pointing toward a dark shape nestled among the ice and snow. It was partially obscured, but the outline was unmistakable – an airplane.

Hearts racing, they pushed forward, adrenaline fuelling their weary limbs. As they approached, the remnants of the aircraft came into focus: the twisted fuselage of a Soviet transport plane, its once-proud wings now crumpled and embedded in the snow. They marvelled at the sight, the icy tomb holding secrets from a bygone era.

They began their trek back, each step feeling heavier yet triumphant. The expedition had transformed them; they were no longer just explorers, but guardians of a story that had waited years to be told.

As they emerged from the crevasse field and into the fading light of day, Jason glanced back at the silent plane. “We did it,” he breathed.

And in that moment, the Antarctic wilderness felt less like a graveyard and more like a realm of endless possibilities, where the past and present intertwined, waiting for the next brave souls to uncover its mysteries.

As the brave crew made their way back to Mawson Station, their breath visible in the frigid air, they noticed a commotion outside. A few of the remaining expeditioners had gathered, their faces alight with astonishment and excitement. The crew exchanged puzzled glances before rushing toward the growing crowd.

“What’s going on?” Dave asked, his heart racing with anticipation.

“Look!” shouted Rhys, pointing into the distance.

The Llyushin IL76TD Russian aircraft rumbled through the skies, its quadruple engines a steady thrum against the vast blue expanse. The sight of the aircraft making its way from Cape Town to Progress Station with an immense vapour trail behind was breathtaking. After seven long months of isolation, these expeditioners flying high were the closest any of the Mawson crew had come to seeing another soul. The crew had long since resigned themselves to solitude, dreaming of human connection in their endless days of snow and ice.

Dave and Andy chuckled softly to themselves. “Can you believe it? Two Russian planes in one day. It’s almost like the universe is playing a joke on us.”

This story may have been exaggerated.

Mark Whapham (Stoin)

BTW We have cute seal pups too

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