Christopher and Teddy Wilmot-Sitwell embark on a father and son trip to Antarctica, on an adventure like no other
Like all the best things, it just fell into place. After my son, Teddy’s, dream of a long university vacation spent backpacking was curtailed by Covid, a graduation present of travel seemed natural. But what exactly – and where?
Teddy was volunteering post-degree at the Asociacion Sol y Luna in Peru, so was already in South America and fulfilling some of that travel yearning when I texted him in early October with an idea. ‘Can we meet in Chile in December?’ After a couple of minutes came my impatient follow-up: ‘If so, do you fancy travelling with me to Antarctica?’ This elicited an immediate response, certainly a lot faster than any ‘When are you going to sort out the junk in your room?’ messages, which litter most father-son WhatsApp histories. On December 1 we were packing our bags in a hotel room in Punta Arenas – the next morning we would be on a plane to the Antarctic continent.